If I were to regale you with my testimony — which I won’t: not yet, anyway — I would tell you that my decision to come to Christ came when I ran out of other people to blame.
My back was to the wall. My life had cratered and I had no place else to turn. That was when I called on Jesus to help me, and He did. No, my life has not been all jam in the seventeen years since then, but I’ve broken out of the pattern of progress, plateau, setback and start over that I had fallen into. And I’ve known where true Hope lies.
But it started with my back to the wall.
I’m sure that’s a common factor with many people who have come to Jesus. It’s when we reach our lowest point ever that we realize we have no control over the circumstances in our lives and our only resort is to put our trust in Him. I know that’s a cliche, and is often followed by some high-minded response like, “He should be our first resort — not our last!”, but we’re human.
So I look at the current situation with coronavirus — COVID-19, as it’s been dubbed by the World Health Organization (doesn’t it feel better, now that it has a catchy name?) — with quarantines and a cruise ship being sealed off and another cruise ship being refused entry to five countries, even though no one on board was sick, before being allowed to dock in Cambodia, and I see a world that has its back to the wall.
Doctors haven’t found a cure. People have been dying from the disease; and yet, others have shown symptoms — one of them apparently infected other people — and then tested negative for the virus.
This adds to the “end-times checklist“, and could be the biggest sign of all that the world now has its back to the wall. A disease for which medical science has been neither able to predict nor cure, and from which some people recover completely while others die, simply compounds the sense that we humans are powerless in the scheme of things.
The only One we can turn to is God.
The only avenue we have to Him is through Jesus Christ.
Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life: all the things we desperately need and are in woefully short supply right now.
As I’ve said before, I’ve envisaged God saying, “Hi! I’m over here!” We can’t let up, in pointing people to Him.
Farewell to a Friend Dep’t. A woman I knew in high school passed away yesterday from cancer. She’d been battling it for at least two years — it was two years ago this June, that she told me a trip she was taking would be her last time travelling. Publicly, she maintained a positive attitude right to the end — even posting on Facebook up to the day before she left us — and I hope I have that same attitude is something similar befalls me.
A year or so before she told me about the cancer, she posted this picture on my Facebook timeline:
It was a case of God’s exquisite timing. She had no way of knowing, but at the time, I was going through one of those periods when one questions if one is on the right track. This was a big confidence-builder and confirmation, and I’ve been grateful to her ever since. All this to say, sometimes, you never know what a “word in season” will do.