Kissed by the Spirit

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

Galatians 6:9 (NIV)

I had a good friend for fifty years, who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2022. She was married for fifty three years when she became ill, and they had no children. 

As my friend’s cancer progressed, I visited them once a week. At each visit, her husband consistently talked about his psoriatic arthritis and how much he was suffering, while my friend, who was dying of pancreatic cancer, never once complained about her illness. 

I talked to her privately and she mentioned that he has always been preoccupied with his own health. I knew that they had been to marriage counseling over the years, but she learned to cope with his tendency toward self centeredness, by not feeding into it. Her terminal diagnosis was naturally hard for both of them and she was eventually placed in hospice, but he never seemed to fully process it, still talking about his psoriatic arthritis. 

I visited her each week but also checked on him, since he was living alone in their apartment. I called every week to check on him, to drop off groceries that he requested, and then went on to visit my friend in hospice at a Nursing facility. She was always sweet spirited and grateful for every visit. 

As weeks went by, her husband began to ask me to bring him a treat, such as a particular ice cream bar not sold in the area, so I went out of my way to get what he asked for. As he kept requesting treats, I soon felt a growing resentment building up. 

I was annoyed that he was so self absorbed while his wife was dying. Visiting her in hospice was a special time, but it was totally exhausting to be around her husband.

I felt like a true hypocrite, going the extra mile for him, who I could barely stand to be around. I finally did what I should have done from the start. I took my feelings of resentment to God in prayer. I told Him how I felt about my friend’s husband, and by verbalizing what God already knew, something supernatural happened within me.

The Holy Spirit reminded me that whatever we do for others, we are doing for Jesus, regardless of the kind of person we are doing it for. 

(Matthew 25:40)

I felt renewed and with a new way of thinking, I set out to visit my friend’s husband the next day, prepared to meet his requests with my new attitude of ‘I’m doing this for Jesus.’

I arrived at his home, knocked on the door, but no one answered, so I dug through my purse to find the key they once gave me. I entered the house, called out his name but there was no answer. I looked in the bedroom but he wasn’t there. Then I saw his lifeless body lying on the bathroom floor. It looked like he had died many hours earlier. Paramedics confirmed that he died the day before. It was an awful experience, but a sober reminder to never grow weary in doing good.

I had to break the news to my dying friend, who was shocked to learn that she outlived her husband, but she received the news with peace. Three weeks later she became unresponsive, and after my visit, she passed away peacefully in her sleep.

I was glad I did what I did, while they were living, since we never know how long a person has to live. I learned that even if a person is difficult to be around, we can still do good things in the strength that God gives us, which is for His glory. 

Lord, thank you for being patient with us, even when we are slow to be patient with others. Transform us, so that we may always do good for others, as if doing it for You. Amen

“Last night an angel of the God to whom I belong and whom I serve, stood beside meand said, ‘Do not be afraid, Paul. You must stand trial before Caesar; and God has graciously given you the lives of all who sail with you.”

Acts 27:23-24 (NIV)

Paul’s guardian angel appeared to him, to assure him that God will save the lives of all 276 men on the ship, despite the violent cyclone storm that was battering the Adriatic Sea. He told everyone on the ship what the Lord said, through his angel. Their original destination was Rome, in order to transfer the prisoners on board to stand trial before Caesar. 

The storm lasted for two days and no one had eaten, due to anxiety and seasickness. Paul took bread, prayed over it, blessed it, and passed it out to everyone on board. After they ate, they were encouraged to keep hope, and they survived. 

(Acts 28:35)

Their mangled ship finally got wedged onto a sandbar on the island of Malta. Everything that followed proved that God was exercising His providence over all who were on that ship.

The natives of Malta ran to help the shipwrecked men, offering them food and shelter. It was no coincidence that the ship landed on the side of the island, owned by a wealthy man named Publius. The father of Publius was sick with a fever and dysentery. Paul visited him and prayed, laying hands on him and he was instantly healed. Publius and his family became Christians, while many other sick people on the island were prayed for by Paul and cured.

Sometimes God’s divine purpose is accomplished through the most distressing and traumatic situations. 

At first, the guards on ship thought they would have to kill the prisoners to prevent their escape, but they didn’t. All the lives on board could have drowned at sea, but they lived, because the angel of the Lord promised it. They might have landed anywhere else, but God wanted them on that side of Malta, where Publius lived, who God used to provide a way for all 276 men to continue their voyage. 

God often reveals His faithfulness to us in the cyclones and shipwrecks of our lives. He offers us His peace in the middle of the storm. The Lord knows the best way to mature our faith, take us to new places, to meet new people, and share His bread of life with. The same God who spoke to Paul and spared every life in the storm, is the same God who is at our side today and forever. 

Lord, help us to respond with trust in your divine providence, through the storms and shipwrecks of our lives, knowing you will bring us through, while we help others and are drawn closer to you. Amen

“Pardon me, my lord. As surely as you live, I am the woman who stood here beside you praying to the Lord. I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.” 

1 Samuel 1:26-28 (NIV)

The Bible gives us the example of Hannah as an earnestly praying woman who later became an earnestly praying mother. After waiting many years to conceive, she showed her gratitude to God, by offering her son Samuel, to be trained in the temple at a young age. He learned the skills and protocols of high priesthood and became a great priest and prophet. It happened because his mother prayed for him throughout his years. 

Ezra was a teenage boy living in Israel after the Holocaust. Jewish refugees began to return to Palestine which has been a homeland for Jews and Arabs for the past 3,000 years. In 1947, the land was under control of the British, who colonized the land and wanted to keep it in their control. Instead of using their authority to influence the peace between Jews and Arabs, they trained and equipped certain groups of Arabs to kill Jews who were entering the country as refugees. This caused further division which led to an underground Jewish resistance group, whose main goal was to drive the British out of the country. 

Those members of the resistance were mostly teenagers and young adults. Ezra was one of them, but his parents were religious Jews who disapproved of fighting all together. Ezra was sure about his decision to join the underground, so his mother prayed fervently for his safety. When Ezra came home each day, he saw and heard his mother praying the same thing. She prayed  ‘Lord God, please blind the enemy and protect my son.’

His mother was referring to the biblical story of Abraham’s nephew, Lot, who lived in Sodom and was protected by angels when a gang of predators were trying to barge into his home. The angels struck the men at the door with blindness and saved Lot. Abraham was the one praying for his nephew, just as Ezra’s mother was praying for him. 

The British imposed strict curfews, and arrested, shot or hanged anyone  without a trial, if they found them associated with the underground resistance. Ezra and his friends were walking down the street one night, unaware of a newly imposed curfew. 

Out of nowhere, a jeep full of British soldiers headed down the street toward the three teens. The three boys froze, but the jeep kept driving right past them. It was as if the soldiers were blind to the boys even though they were in clear view. Ezra remembered his mother’s prayer to blind the enemy. 

Another time Ezra and his friends were gathered in one room of an apartment building, while a group of British soldiers were searching the building for underground resistance groups. They heard soldiers nearby but they searched every room except the room Ezra and his friends were hiding in. Once again, Ezra thought of his mother’s prayer to blind the enemy. 

Ezra shared his stories of survival with a CNN world news journalist. Even against all odds, he believes that miracles happened because of his praying mother. God still hears our prayers and protects those we pray for. 

I don’t have a story of my own about protection, but I do know about answered prayers of a mother. I see answers through the new progress my son, Jon, is making. He is more sociable and likes to be with others. He routinely gathers all trash from the tables and tosses it in the garbage, using his one good arm. He is the only resident who carries his food tray after he’s finished, and places it back on the rack. His nurse saw him doing it with one arm and offered to take his tray and he said, “No, I’ll do it.”

I think his new interest in tidying up makes him feel more useful. He also now uses a toilet and washes his hands afterward, all on his own. It makes me glad to see his progress and I’m grateful for all the friends who have been praying for him. 

Whether you had a mom who prayed for you, or you are a mom, an aunt, a grandmother or a spiritual mom to someone, God hears our prayers and answers according to His timing. He also sends His angels to do what is needed to keep our loved ones safe.

Lord, thank you for showing your great lovingkindness through all our answered prayers and please continue to hear, answer and protect us in miraculous ways. Amen

“I say to you, if you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.”

Matthew 17:20 (RSV)

The most remarkable event since creation, is the moment that God became incarnated as a human man. I can imagine how surprised Mary was when she heard and processed the news that she was to be the mother of God’s son. In that unexpected moment, there was no time for Mary to feel the full weight of what the angel just announced to her, but she believed.

Before Gabriel departed, he said to her, “For nothing will be impossible for God”and Mary responded, “Let it be done according to your word. 

(Luke 1:37)

I can see in this scene, that Mary’s faith was stronger than her feelings, since feelings of fear and doubt could have rose up, and caused her to hesitate before consenting to the role of becoming the mother of the Messiah.

The fear of being ridiculed as an unwed mother, could have held her back. Feelings of doubt about what the future would entail, could have delayed her will to consent, but she invested her faith in the God who can do the impossible, instead of relying on her feelings, fears or doubts. With no guarantees about how it would all pan out, Mary was 100% in. She was in because of her faith, over her feelings. 

Jesus said that what is humanly impossible, is possible with God. An exhausted and desperate father came to Him one day, asking for the healing of his possessed son. That father wasn’t feeling 100% hopeful, which was evident by his feeble question, “If you can do anything…”

He only had a tiny bit of faith, but Jesus told him everything is possible to one who has faith. (Mark 9:22-23)

It doesn’t matter how much faith we have, because only a little faith permits God to do what is humanly impossible. That father came to the right person with a little faith, and not much enthusiasm, but it was enough for Jesus to heal his son. 

Jesus taught that a little bit of faith goes a long way. If we combine all the scriptures on this topic, it would compose a sentence that says that all things are possible, nothing is impossible, and nothing is too difficult for God. 

I say a resounding Amen to that sentence, but I still don’t wake up each morning ‘feeling’ the faith to believe for the seemingly impossible situations in my life. I need to believe with faith apart from my feelings. Scripture confirms the fact that God wants us to believe, even with a mustard seed size of faith.

Jesus said anything and everything is possible with God. He said it many times and in many ways. It was said through the angel Gabriel, through the Old Testament prophets and through Jesus Himself, and we believe it, because He said it. 

Feelings can be deceiving as well as misleading. Fear is a human feeling which is why the words ‘Fear not’ appear about 100 times in the Bible. Jesus told us to have faith for the impossible, because a mustard seed of faith is more effective than all our feelings.

Faith is the conviction of things not seen. If God said it, even though we don’t see it, we believe it. 

Lord, help us to trust in you with even our smallest bit of faith, knowing you are God, who makes all things possible. Amen

“Every man serves the good wine first; and when men have drunk freely, then the poor wine; but you have kept the good wine until now.” This, the first of his signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee, and manifested his glory; and his disciples believed in him.”

John 2:10-11 (RSV)

God seems to show us through scripture that He has a pattern of saving the best for last. The wedding in Cana was the first public miracle that Jesus did, turning water into the finest quality of wine. He did it after regular wine was served. Saving the best wine for last is a characteristic of God, and saving the best for last is a pattern also seen throughout the Old Testament prophet’s writings. 

Each prophet, began their book with stern warnings against sin and impending punishment, but by the end of each book, God calls His people to return, repent and receive restoration. It’s a repeated theme throughout the last pages of the major and minor prophets’ writings. 

In my early ‘mother of twins’ years, my boys took three hour naps every afternoon. Besides catching up on household tasks, I used that time to dig deeper into scripture and found many hidden treasures in God’s word. I am certainly no Bible scholar and am not trying to teach anything new, but it doesn’t take a scholar to read through each of the prophet’s writings, and see a pattern taking place. Each prophet starts out warning of punishment but ends with God’s offer of mercy and restoration.

By now, you may be wondering why  this is even important. I’ve met many people who grew up with a twisted image of God as an angry, punishing judge. It might have been the earliest image projected to them by their parents, church or parochial school teachers. 

If someone heard or read only the beginning of each prophet’s writing, that would be the natural perception to get, but if they read to the end of each book, they’d see an offer of love and redemption. In the last chapters of every prophet’s book, God calls His people back, removing judgement and speaking words of mercy and renewal.

The Old Testament prophets teach us that God’s love never changes. He loves us whether we do things that please Him or grieve Him, as any parent does. He is pleased when we cooperate with Him, but we can never earn His love because His love is unconditional. Matthew West, an award winning Christian songwriter, said it best: ‘I’m not loved because I’m worthy, I’m loved because He’s good.’

The unconditional love of a parent for their children, regardless of their behavior, is proof that God gave us parenthood to teach us more about Himself. 

The last chapter of Zephaniah’s book says that God is in our midst, a mighty savior, who will renew us in His love. The second to last chapter of Isaiah wrote that God exults in His people. The prophet Micah’s later chapters tell us God doesn’t persist in anger forever, but instead delights in mercy.

It’s a repeated pattern that appears  at the end of each prophet’s book, revealing the grace and mercy of a God, who offers love and restoration. God saves the best of His grace, mercy, peace, and love for last. 

Whatever trial we may currently be facing, we can place our hope in God, who saves the best plans for  last. Like the best wine that He presented at the wedding in Cana, in His own timing, we can trust that He will turn water into wine, heal and save according to our long awaited prayers.

Lord, we believe that you are a God who saves the best for last, and we trust you to answer in your perfect timing all our long awaited prayers. Amen

“Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press ontoward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”

Philippians 3:13-14 (NIV)

Paul’s letter to the Philippian church is a reminder that we are all in a growth process which is preparing us for heaven. No one has arrived or taken hold of perfect spiritual maturity yet, but we are all pressing toward the same goal, learning as we grow in faith and holiness, day by day through difficult challenges. The goal and prize that we are pursing is to spend eternity with Jesus in heaven. 

Paul advises us to forget what lies behind in order to press on. Certain memories need to be let go of, in order to move forward. Holding on to hurtful words or offenses done to us by others, doesn’t help us toward the goal. A speaker once said that to forgive doesn’t make the other person right, it makes you free. It frees our memory from storing all the offenses done to us, which replay over and over in our mind. 

It’s why ‘pressing on’ is not a one time act, but a daily action of our choice.

We also have memories of our own regrets, failures and mistakes, that replay in our mind to hinder us. If something cannot be undone, we ask forgiveness, and then we forgive ourselves. If Peter could do it, and Paul advises us to do it, so can we. 

God speaks to us through the words of Paul, to press on, move ahead, learn, grow and overcome, even through the most challenging experiences of our life. The original Greek version of this verse is saying, “Keep your eye on the prize, who is Christ Jesus.” The Greek word skopos means to scope, as in a telescope or a microscope, to focus only on what is essential to see. 

One of the most intense examples of pressing on, with telescope eyes on the prize, is the true story of the Christian singer and songwriter, Steven Curtis Chapman. He and his wife had six children but experienced a family tragedy in 2008, when their five year old daughter died, after her teenage brother accidentally ran her over, in the driveway of their home.

The little sister was so excited to greet her big brother, she took off running down the driveway, before her brother could see her. The family clung to each other and to the Lord, who helped them to cope and press on after such a tragedy. Their family grew closer in that difficult time and got the help needed for their teenage son to move on, one day at a time.

The Chapmans share their story in interviews through various Christian news outlets. Steven and his wife have no profound answers, except knowing personally that God’s grace helps us to press on. They keep their daughter’s memory in their hearts, knowing by faith, they will see her again. Their son is now a husband and father, with children of his own. The Chapman family remains united by a resilient faith in Jesus Christ.

Everyone encounters a time of despair, wondering where God is, but He is right there with us to help us press on and to keep our eyes on Jesus, our prize. The human spirit, by divine grace, can handle even the toughest things in life, through Jesus Christ, who strengthens us. 

Lord, help us to keep our eyes on the prize, knowing by faith that nothing can compare with the glory to be revealed one day. Amen

“Everything comes from you, and we have given you only what comes from your hand.”

1 Chronicles 29:14 (NIV)

I have a trusted auto mechanic, whose shop is walking distance from my home. When I need anything, I can drop my car off and just walk two blocks back to my home. He is honest and reliable, and since he’s close by, he is my source for any car problem.

For several years, I’ve had a playlist of music on my phone that is synced to my car. Every time I turn on my car, my music plays through the car radio, as long as my phone is with me. One day it showed that songs were playing, but no sound was coming out. I adjusted all the knobs on my car, but nothing helped. 

So, without an appointment, my first impulse was to go to my mechanic. I explained my problem and he came out to my car. He tried adjusting the knobs for a moment, then turned to ask for my phone. I gave it to him and he immediately found what was unknown to me, that the volume button was turned all the way down. He turned it up, the music played and I couldn’t have felt more stupid.

I should have known that the phone was the source of my music playlist. The car radio was not the source, my phone was. I was embarrassed but grateful that he was kind enough to help me with something totally unrelated to the mechanics of my car. I thought to myself, there has to be something to learn through this.  The lesson of that day was, 

‘Go to the Source.’

It took a patient auto mechanic to remind me that to hear music in my car, I need to turn up the volume at the source, my phone. God is our source for our wholeness of body, mind, soul and spirit. His voice is always speaking within us, but we have to turn up the volume to hear Him. 

He’s  not likely to speak through the external influences of this world, anymore than my car radio was the source of my music playlist. We all have a volume button within, to turn up and listen for His truth, over all the noise and chatter around us.

I remember the first time in my life when I turned up the volume to listen to God. I was never interested in God until around my first year of college. I took a few philosophy courses that year and was stirred to wonder whether God exists and what the purpose of life is. I can still recall asking myself this specific question, “If there is a God, what does He expect of me?” 

That began my search, and as I turned up my volume button, my heart was opening to the source, the One who made me and knows me best. The more I listened the more signs He gave me. The first answer to my question of what He expected of me, was to receive His forgiveness and His love.

Reading scripture was one way to turn up my volume button. I read that Jesus called Himself the truth, not a truth, but The Truth. I believed and the more I prayed, He started changing me. Prayer is simply talking to God and turning up the volume to hear what He has been saying to us. It makes us less anxious, better at decision making, and lets the Holy Spirit guide and direct us. The best result of prayer is the peace we receive, which surpasses all human understanding.

I saw God in a new way since then. He is not a distant supreme being watching us to find our faults. He is a loving Father who has been calling us all throughout our lives. He always whispers and gestures for us to come closer and remain in His love. 

We have a volume button within us. When we turn it up, we will hear Him inviting us through whatever is currently happening in our life. His presence and His words in scripture are the source of comfort, healing, correction and restoration.

Lord, we pray that we will always turn our volume button up so we can hear you above all the noise and chatter. Amen

“After they had beaten them severely, they threw them into prison and commanded the jailer to guard them securely. Receiving such orders, he threw them in the inner cell and fastened their feet in the stocks….

About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the rest of the prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly a great earthquake occurred, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken. Immediately all the doors flew open, and the bonds of all the prisoners came loose.”

Acts 16:23-26 (NET)

Paul and Silas couldn’t have been in a more paralyzing position than  sitting on a cold prison floor, after being beaten, with their hands and feet shackled. 

So what did they do? They prayed and sang praises to God, then God answered with an earthquake that shook the prison, and broke off their shackles. 

Not all shackles are made of iron.  There are invisible shackles like the shackles of spiritual oppression, fear, depression, mental health problems, or various illnesses that physically restrict and disable us.

Paul and Silas were beaten and shackled, but in their discomfort, they still praised God. Scripture calls that a ‘sacrifice of praise.’ 

(Hebrews 13:15)

Their praise got God’s attention, and He shook the earth for them. Praise brought them a joy that could only come from the Lord.

As I was flipping through channels one day, I watched a Christian missionary in Haiti, playing his guitar and singing in an orphanage. The camera focused on one little boy shown below, who was paralyzed with spastic movements, who has been bedridden since birth. 

He couldn’t run and play with the other children or dance to the music like they were, but he was dancing in his spirit. The shackles of paralysis were no match for the joy that the Lord put in that boy’s heart. God was pleased to shine His joy through the least healthiest and most feeble child among all the orphans there. He has a joy that radiates from deep within and shines through his smiling face. It’s a gift from God.

We all need that kind of joy that isn’t dependent on circumstances, good health or material things. Joy arises from gratitude. It’s easy to be joyful when everything is going great but when trouble weighs us down, we feel shackled. Paul and Silas show us that by praising God, He broke off their shackles. The Lord really loves us and inhabits the praises of His people. (Psalm 22:3)

I’ve come to realize that joy is not only a gift from God, but is our gift to God. The Lord and Great Physician, prescribed gratitude as the cure for our anxiety. “Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God.” (Philippians 4:6)

Paul advises us to rewire our thought pattern with gratitude, by taking every thought captive, to the obedience of Christ and His promises.  (2 Corinthians 10:5) 

Paul was saying what a functional MRI and modern science confirms, that we can control our thoughts, and our thoughts do not control us. 

Choosing gratitude transforms the mind and the brain. As we tell God what we are thankful for with our thoughts and words, joy arises within us. These are lessons I am learning on days when I need to overcome a tendency to dwell on the negative. 

Praise and gratitude is the source of joy for a bedridden, paralyzed boy, and it was also the source of joy for Paul and Silas, before God shook the ground and broke off their shackles. We can choose joy by redirecting our thought patterns, and rewire our minds by offering a sacrifice of praise to God. 

Lord, give us a spirit of gratitude and praise so that you will shine through us, as you break all shackles and fill us with joy. Amen

“Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; therefore he will rise up to show you compassion.

For the Lord is a God of justice.

Blessed are all who wait for him.”

Isaiah 30:18 (NIV)

I had an embarrassing experience recently at church. I was asked to read the scripture in place of a lector friend, who usually reads on weekdays while I usually read on weekends. 

To clarify, reading on the weekends is a little different than reading on weekdays. The weekday lector reads one scripture plus a Psalm. The weekend lector reads two scriptures, but no Psalm, because a cantor sings the Psalm on weekends.

So the friend asked me to read for her on a Wednesday. When the time came, I walked up to the podium and in front of the weekday morning crowd, I read a very long scripture passage from chapter 34 in the book of Ezekiel. The scripture was not only long, but very intense. It was about how grieved God was because of the bad shepherds, who neglected their sheep. Somehow, as I read the passage, I was feeling all the passion that God felt, and by the time I finished, I started walking back to my seat, forgetting all about the Psalm that was to be read next. 

As I started going to my seat, the priest calmly said, “the Psalm! ”

I thought, what did he just say?

Then he said again, “the Psalm!” Suddenly I stopped, realizing I forgot to read the second reading, which was the Psalm! 

I was so embarrassed and quickly returned to the podium, pulled myself together and carefully read the Psalm.

After I completed the reading and my work was done, I turned, looked at my priest, smiled and nodded, and he returned the smile and nodded back, as if to imply, ‘It’s all good.’

I was relieved that I completed the task, but was still very embarrassed at my error. 

After the service, people came up to me and said they never even noticed that I forgot to read anything, because they were still thinking about the intense first reading about the shepherds not shepherding their sheep. I thank God for such gracious and forgiving people who comforted me while minimizing my senior moment of air headedness. 

Just then, the priest came over to me with arms outstretched, hugging me, saying, “It’s okay, we’re all human.”

I was touched that he went out of his way to extend his grace toward me, especially with a hug. 

The whole thing reminding me that God approaches us the same way. After we fail in some way, He comes to us with open arms, to hug and comfort us in spirit, after our failures or sins. His arms are open toward us, as the priest’s were that day. God offers us so much grace and mercy, if we are only willing to receive it.

Some people may be too focused on their failures, but God always sees our potential for redemption, as the words of a Brandon Lake song : “I see trauma, I see worthless, but You see something You can work with.”🎵🎵🎵

The Lord yearns to work with us, to lift us up after every mistake or failure. He’s far more gracious to us than any human person could be. 

He wants to show us His love and compassion, with arms always open, ready to pour more grace upon us. 

Lord, open our eyes to see how gracious you are towards us even in our failures and mistakes. Your love overcomes all. Amen

“Even darkness is not dark to You,
And the night is as bright as the day.
Darkness and light are alike to You.”

Psalm 139:12 (NASB)

For God, the darkness and light are alike. He created the sun and moon for us here and now, but the book of Revelation tells us that in heaven there is no need for sun or moon, because Heaven is always brightly lit from the illuminating presence of God. 

We know Jesus is the light of the world, but we have heard it so much that it’s easy to roll right past that phrase and miss a deeper meaning that God is trying to reveal. By calling Himself the light of the world, Jesus shines a light on us in a special way, when we feel like only darkness is surrounding us. Dwelling in darkness means not knowing which way to turn, or the uneasy sense of not knowing what will come next. It’s any experience where we feel like we’re searching for the doorknob in a pitch dark room. 

Jesus called Himself the door as well as the light, because He lights our path and leads us through the door of renewed hope. We can put our trust in Him, as He give us a sign that He is right there, constantly beside us, navigating our way. 

In 2006, I felt privileged to work with a neurosurgeon group of four very brilliant, honest and good men. At that time it was my eighth year of working in surgery as a neurologic monitoring technologist at the hospital I retired from in 2023.

Before going to work, in those days, I used to pray for my coworkers, making a prayer list of doctors and nurses’ names, who were a part of my daily work routine. There were neurosurgical residents who would come and go, months at a time to learn under the instruction and supervision of this team of surgeons. 

I vaguely remember those residents since they would come and go every year. One young man who did his neurosurgery rotation back in 2006, was an excellent resident, spoken well of by all the surgeons. I never thought I would meet that same young resident again, but seventeen years later, he was the neurosurgeon on call for a hospital 20 miles away, where my son’s motorcycle accident happened in 2023.

When I first received the news that Jon was in a serious motorcycle accident on I-94 and suffered a skull fracture with bleeding on both sides of his brain, I headed straight to the hospital, wondering who his surgeon would be. It was an emergency surgery and the neurosurgeon on call that day, was the same man I remembered as a resident back in 2006. He was now an experienced attending physician in a group of his own, practicing at that suburban hospital. 

The surgery took three hours as he carefully removed the blood as well as pieces of bone embedded in his brain matter. Talk about going through the darkness, it felt dark enough when I first received the news, but even darker, while waiting three hours until the surgery finished. The ray of light was in learning who his surgeon was.

When I was introduced briefly before surgery, I recognized his name. My memory went back to those years prior, and I remembered that he was one of their best residents. Now he was the neurosurgeon on call that day, which is no coincidence. In the middle of such a traumatic day, the Lord shined His light through the darkness, as if to say, 

“I am here, it’s all going to be Ok.”

After surgery, the surgeon told me that he was surprised Jon did as well as he did. Due to the severity of his head injury, he wasn’t sure that Jon would make it through surgery. 

For God, there is no darkness, and if we cling to Him, His light pierces the darkness, and gives us a sign that He is with us. That sign came to me in recognizing the surgeon on call that day was the same outstanding resident I knew of seventeen years ago. 

Jon woke up from a coma two weeks later, with reactive pupils and moving  3 out of 4 limbs. He was awake with a tracheostomy to breathe through his neck, was fed through a stomach tube and still unable to walk. It’s been three years since the accident and though it has been a long road of recovery, it is not a dark road. Jesus has been shining His light from the beginning. Today, Jon breathes on his own, walks on his own, feeds himself, nods, smiles, recognizes family photos, enjoys looking at animal and baby videos, and is starting to talk. 

Whatever kind of darkness we may feel like we are in, a small ray of light is trying to shine through, and it gets brighter over time. Jesus is that light as well as the door to our renewed hope. As we invest our trust in Him, we reap the benefit of Him lighting the path that we journey on. We never have to reach out and grasp in the darkness, because He is right there holding our hand all the way.

Lord, help us to know that your light is shining on us, and thank you for being the light of the world, who opens doors that renew our hope through the blood of your cross. Amen