Just some thoughts:
These thoughts were prompted by what I recently heard a minister friend make reference to and things I’ve been thinking about this week over early-morning coffee and late-night music in my office, with feet on desk and just thinking.
I’ve taken a bit of liberty with the scriptures and placed them in a modern-day setting. Once upon a time there was a father who had a son that he loved deeply. The son had serious health issues that few could understand or do anything to help. He had taken his son to every clinic in the country, Mayo’s in Minnesota, you name it, and nothing. Finally in desperation, the father sought out a special doctor he had heard about. The father first asked the doctor’s assistants for their help. They may have spent time with the good doctor, but they were of no help, zip, zero. Finally, the dad was able to get his son in to see the doctor. The doctor asked the dad, “How long has he been like this, had this condition?” “From childhood,” was dad’s answer. Then the dad said something that would be every mom or dad’s plea, “If you can, please take pity on us.” “If I can,” the doctor replied. “With your belief, I can do something,” replied the doctor.
Then the father gave a reply that I believe is often so universal with many of us. His words to the doctor; “I believe, oh, I do believe, but help me with my unbelief. Help me with my doubts.” That is where I often find myself, I’m with that dad. I have faith and I believe, but I need some help with things I don’t understand and feel so helpless about. Sometimes, late at night or early mornings, the “whys” come upon me.
“Help me with my unbelief and my doubts, the things I just don’t understand.” That’s what we are asking. You ever felt or feel this way?
July 9, 2016