Life Matters - June 8, 2022
If I didn’t learn anything else (which I did, thanks to good therapists) while in therapy at Sanford Hospital, Sioux Falls, from mid to late fall of 2011, I learned what the therapists referred to as “one more step.” Which meant that when they had me “maxed out,” they (the therapists) who seemed to have a sixth sense called “he’s maxed out,” gently but surely encouraged “once more.”
That “once more” struck a chord in my heart and has gone with me these going on 11 years. Released from the hospital in late November of 2011, I discovered a therapist who continues to encouraged me with “once more.” A personal therapist who not only gave me that word of encouragement, He also infused me with the courage to keep going. His name is Jesus. Each morning He instilled courage in me to continue. Not only to continue, but to max out and then go “one more step.” Always with the promise of complete recovery before me.
With time I came to accept that “complete recovery” might not happen in this life, but it will for sure in the next. That promise was, and is, ever before me. Because of Jesus. I may never, in this life, get past this 90 percent recovery attained to date BUT “completely whole” is mine. By faith. My therapist assures me. The promise is sure. Well nigh palpable. Because of Jesus.
When I came out of a three-week coma in October of 2011, my motor skills were gone. I couldn’t even get out of bed by myself. It took awhile for my brain to adjust to the rest of me being mostly incapacitated. Until then, many times, I was gripped with an urgency to get whatever done that came to my mind. But my body wouldn’t move. I went down that fruitless road of why, why, why? I soon came to see that if I stayed on that road I would drive myself crazy and still not understand. So, in my heart I bowed my helpless body at the foot of the cross and prayed a prayer that, because of Jesus, sustains me still, “Lord, I don’t understand why and I may never understand why, but I’m going to trust you anyhow.”
Nine years later I believed I understood and do still.
And now, going on 11 years later, faced with the ever-increasing evil, and support of it, oozing out of D.C. I am again gripped with an urgency to get done what needs done. But I again find that I am mostly incapacitated. Many times I feel overwhelmed by the waves of evil flooding this poor helpless world. POTUS Biden, using the nice-sounding word of “inclusive” seems to pride himself in adding perverts to his cabinet including a man who has a “husband,” another man who “identifies” as a woman for a position in, of all places, the department of Health and Human services and others who cannot, or rather, refuse to, acknowledge the uniquely created differentiating qualities between men and women, saying it depends on what they identify as. Some even talk as if they would support the killing of newborns so song as the “birthing person” wanted it done. How low we fall! And the bottom looms even closer, fiendish with the darkness of hell.
Can we do anything about this rapid descent into hell? Unless we go with the flow, do we not have to face off with the World Economic Forum and its push for a global system of Godless governance? Do we not have prophecy itself against us?
That may all be true, but prophecy was given, not so the righteous lie down and give up, but rather, for believers everywhere to recognize the signs of the times, give the Kingdom of God all we’ve got and then… “once more.” To save as many as we can. With God all things are possible. If you or I were the last Christian on Earth (which is, by the way, not the case) what would you or I do?
Consider the estimated nine billion people in planet Earth by 2050. That is a staggering number. But say there were only one Christian left on the Earth and that one Christian led one soul to Christ once a year and every Christian after him led one soul to Christ once a year, in 33 years, eight and a half billion people would be converted. So, lets give it all we’ve got and then… “one more step.” Life Matters!