Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Called to be a doctor after all

God has been taking me for a spin lately. And although my limited human mind can hardly fathom the whirlwind that had just swept through, like a 3D optical illusion, He allowed me to see the very image that has been hidden from many.

While I should be happy about this newfound 'vision', I now find myself caught at a crossroad - with a big decision to make.

It's one of those times you know for certain that God is speaking, and it's one of those times you want to chicken out. Well ok, obviously, I have my Free Will trump card, and to be very honest, I'm so tempted to flash it right now. It's always easier to take the straight road, although in my case, ironically, I've been tasked to take it. (Confusing, I know.)

So here's the thing. He knows I love Him too much to say no. I have to make a right turn but I fear the unknown. The other road is tempting because it's safe, yet I know for a fact that it leads nowhere.

And as usual, I'm being affirmed of what needs to be done and during my bible reflections one night, the answer was staring at me as I stared back, riveting in disbelief.

"Now made manifest through the appearance of our saviour Christ Jesus, who destroyed death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel, for which I was appointed preacher and apostle and teacher." - 2Tim1:10-11

The reflection piece following the passage talked about how there's a remedy for malaria and leprosy, yet millions still suffer from it today because no one has managed to bring the cure to those who need it.

The writer related that to our spiritual diseases, matters that cause us to rot inside. Like malaria, our spiritual diseases can be cured, yet no one has managed to administer the 'treatment' to those who need it.

All of us who are baptised and confirmed have been commissioned to bring the 'remedy' to others who are losing their lives. The question to ask then is whether we're doing that, or are we sitting and watching, as the people around us die in silence.

Preacher. Apostle. Teacher. Really, it's not the job title that matters but what you do will make all the difference. So, I know what I need to do now. I just hope He grants me the grace and courage to get it done.

Posted by Jo at 10:32 PM