The Doctor is In
I was sick this last week, so I called my doctor to get an appointment, and he very kindly fit me in the same morning I called. So then I went down to the office where I sat in the waiting room holding my lungs back until I swore theyíd burst and hit the sterile green walls. I kept telling myself, heís fitting you in, be grateful. Just sit there and soon itíll be your turn. To keep my mind off my flu bug, I picked up a magazine in the rack and started to leaf through. I was aware enough to see that the date was current. It hadnít been lying around for years. That gave me a weird sense of comfort.
Patients names were called, and each one went in ahead of me. My watch stared up, its big face taunting. ďSeeĒ, it seemed to say, like in an Alice in Wonderland play. ďYouíre turn will never get here.Ē And then went back to being just an ordinary watch. I knew my situation was worsening.
And then it happened. My name was called and I foolishly put down my magazine and walked into the next chamber without it. The pre-waiting room, only this time armed with nothing but a talking watch. And there I sat, and waited some more, free now, however, to cough and prove to the office that I should indeed be here.
As the minutes kept moving, carrying my long wait with them, I started to think. This is a good place to think.
And I had a minor, well, major for me, minor for others, epiphany. I started to think about the doctor I was waiting to see, and how I had to put my illness on hold until he got there with a remedy to fix me up. When he finally did come in, he said, ďItís viral, go home and rest.Ē
Iím getting to the epiphany. My illness isnít life threatening. But it did make me start to realize something. Something I guess every Christian is already aware of. That Jesus is the Great Physician with no office hours. Heís available 24/7, with no waiting room. No, Iím not going to say that all I need to do is ask Him for healing and I donít need my Kleenex box anymore. That wasnít the epiphany. But rather, that Heís always here.
When I pray to Him for healing, or for anything for that matter, once my prayer is finished, I used to walk away knowing He has it and will deal with it accordingly. And for some strange reason, once the prayer is finished, I have this silly idea, that Heís tucked away somewhere with the prayer.
But He isnít. He hasnít gone anywhere. He hasnít gone to file my request somewhere and deal with it before the Father when itís time. No. Heís still very much right here. Right with me. The prayer is finished. But He isnít. He never leaves my side. I donít have to sit in a waiting room until I can see Him. Heís here. Right now. With me. Beside me, in front of me, all around me. He never goes anywhere. Even when my prayer is finished, Heís still here.
I donít know why that struck me so hard, like a major light bulb in my head. Iíve been a Christian for years, and I know Heís with me. But I guess I never focused on the fact that HEíS WITH ME. He never goes away.
This Great Physician, which of course, is only one aspect of Who He Is, is alive and well and my constant companion.
It took a flu bug in the doctorís office to make that truth real to me.
I guess I could have asked the watch. . . . .
Hebrews 13:6: ďNever will I leave you; never will I forsake you.Ē
Thank you Jesus.
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