The Rebel’s Fitful Slumber

How does Almighty God bring healing to a prodigal who is a rebel before man and God?

It happened like this: The rebel, who wanted only good from God without giving anything in return, had contracted a vicious viral influenza infection of the Victorian strain. It was during winter break between semesters while otherwise excelling in college classes. He had acquiesced to visiting the doctor two times that week for a stubborn fever that the physician assured him would be gone by the start of classes for the winter semester; which proved an accurate assessment. Two doses of penicillin guaranteed it.

The killer flu turned out not to be the problem, however. Aspirin tablets combined with an ulcer was the demon.  He had been under the doctor’s care for a bothersome peptic ulcer that would flair then go dormant, alternately and at will. He had been warned never to ingest plain aspirin under any circumstances, as it would surely activate the ulcer with painful results. Being a good patient inside the doctor’s office but a poor instructee in his cubicle, he decided to boost the effectiveness of the penicillin by taking three aspirin tablets every three hours until the fever broke. After the fever subsided the pain came…

And the pain came with a vengeance. A pain of such force it was telling him it would own him for the rest of his short life.

And he believed it because he had already been told that an ulcer could only be treated but not cured at that time. He doubled over and fell to the floor writhing in pain crying out to God to take the pain away. The pain subsided and he drifted into an uneasy sleep – for one hour. Then it began again in like cycles most of the night. Finally in fierce frustration and continued pain, screaming out at God he blamed him for letting the rebel-wretch go through such circumstances without cause. If He loved him, after all, He owed him. He was certainly obligated to help this lukewarm ingrate!

Then something happened. The pain became excruciating — at the same time His voice pierced his soul in a whisper, gently telling him He had NO obligations of any kind to him. But because He loves him deeply by His own choice, and nothing to do with the wretch, himself, He will do this thing. The wretch had his first direct and truly personal encounter with Him. In the blink of an eye He Who Heals communicated to him things the rebel found difficult to put into human language. God’s gentle rebuke combined with a deep love that has no human translation induced him to feel a deep, heart-felt sorrow on this occasion of having accused God with no just cause. At the same time a true, deep peace he had not felt before settled over him and fell into a deep, gentle sleep.

He awoke the next morning with sun glistening off new fallen snow shining through his window, and with a peace indescribable.

Then he remembered. He brought himself fully awake. There was NO pain! He pressed his fingers around on his stomach as he always did after an ulcerative attack, looking for the sore spot that always remained as a reminder. There was no sore spot. None! And he knew – the peptic ulcer was gone – never to return. Healed. Completely. Gone! Laying there, he pondered this – miraculous healing by the finger of Almighty God. And the infinite love that accompanied it!

Still being the rebel, he didn’t fall on his face and surrender his life to the Almighty God who healed him at that time. But the indelible memory of this encounter was a defining moment in his life, and in his doing so a few years later.

Since then he has had many similar experiences with Him. He doesn’t have the time left in his waning life on earth to list them all, let alone describe them. But being deep within his heart, they are being pondered in his heart often. The joy brought about by the recognition of God’s goodness is truly indescribable to limited human comprehension. He is risen! He is risen indeed! Jesus is alive!

Proverbs 3:11-12: “My son, do not despise the chastening of the Lord, nor detest his correction;

:12  For whom the Lord loves he corrects, Just as a father the son in whom he delights.”    (NKJV)

Jesus is the Healer of my soul.
Jesus is the Healer of my soul.

-g.w

“I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven. Whether it was in the body or out of the body I do not know–God knows.”  2 Corinthians 12: 2

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