Cancer.
It’s a word I’ve grown to hate. My son tells me that “hate” is a bad word and we shouldn’t say it. For the most part I agree, but this word can’t be diluted any other way. I hate it.
The reason for my hatred is because it’s become so personal. In the past two years I have, along with our friends, family and church, experienced a wave of cancer attack people that I love deeply.
There’s Myra Lowe who came to Christ through Orlando North, and whom I had the honor of baptizing, who has been going through chemo treatments to work on the two existing tumors on her lungs.
There’s my mom who had a serious bout with breast cancer that resulted in twenty weeks of chemo treatments and major surgery.
There’s Pam Macchi, a very close family friend, who struggled so long with bone cancer and finally became free from it when she went to be with Jesus a few weeks ago.
There’s Mateo Coka who is a little boy who has spent more than his fair share of time struggling for his life in a hospital as he has fought leukemia. This little guy seems to be doing very well and full of life.
Then there’s Jim McEachern. Jim was part of our Orlando North tribe and has wrestled with cancerous tumors for years. He too was set free from this nasty disease last Saturday when a room full of his family and myself literally watched him make the transition from the temporal into the eternal love of Jesus.
I look at all these lives and I have questions just as everyone else does. Questions I wish deserved an explanation although I also understand that God is not required to share His explanation. At the same time I have found God to be more real to me personally through these stories. God has taught me an incredible truth about Himself through the journeys of these I love. He has taught me about His sovereignty. He has challenged me to trust unconditionally. He has taught me the art of submission as the created to the Creator.
The truth is that we live in a fallen world. It’s so easy for us to forget that. God didn’t mess up, we did. Because of the fall the world is conditioned to chaos. Chaos brings pain. Pain brings confusion. Confusion brings doubt. And doubt for some reason leads us to believe we know how things should work and how God should submit to our plans.
I had a meeting this afternoon with a friend from church and we were discussing this whole submission thing. We chatted about how simple it seems to understand that submission to God’s plan with unconditional trust would inherently bring us peace. The created being and doing what the Creator planned for his or her life. But we live so anti to what we know is true and the reason for it is because we are afraid. We’re afraid of pain. We’re afraid that our systems that we’ve meticulously built to protect our stuff will be destroyed. We’re afraid of suffering. We’re afraid life won’t be easy. Lets be honest – much of our prayer life is centered on asking God to make life easier.
As one of God’s kids I must at some point, in my incredibly stubborn life, come to grips with the fact that the very worst thing that can happen to me from my flesh’s perspective is death. If I can somehow get a grip and realize that death is Jesus forever and that in itself is the most beautiful thing ever rather than something to be afraid of I believe I could fully submit on this earth. After all, if death is the worst case scenario what in the world is there to be afraid of?
Loved ones battling this disease has opened my eyes to the beauty of God’s sovereignty. He can be trusted. Just because Pam Macchi and Jim McEachern are not physically with us anymore doesn’t mean God is any less trustworthy. A matter of fact, if Pam or Jim could be interviewed from heaven right now I think they would give a pretty solid recommendation for God’s “trustworthiness”. He can be trusted not because Has the ability to heal cancer…He can be trusted because He’s the Creator. That’s just the way it is.
Plus, I don’t want to be in control. I’d mess it all up.
RD