There is a never-ending river of white box trucks that flow their way through narrow city passageways to reach this place. They come by day and night, flashing and wailing, and then, as a ritual of arrival, they cease wailing, leaving only the flashing to illumine their arrival.
They come because 1) people realize that they are critically ill and 2) these people believe this hospital is the place to provide them with what they need to live.
These two questions:
1) Am I sick and, if so, what is the nature of my illness?
2) Where do I run to get better?”
are some of the most important questions in life.
It’s been a long, hard day, and I’m spending the last few hours of it watching Sonya blissfully sleep. It’s a special moment to keep vigil by a loved one’s bedside, better than I thought it might be before I had to try it.
A couple of late night reflections:
When you go to the doctor, you generally grapple with question #1 first, and then, depending your diagnosis, you pursue various options for question #2.
So if you have vision difficulties, you run to an opthamologist. If you have heart problems, you run to a cardiologist, etc.
But when it comes to God I find that for myself, and for most people, experientially they often begin with question #2. We look at where we run to for life. And from this vantage point we are able to discern the answer to question #1: What do we think is most ailing, or broken, in our lives? What do we think we need most?
When I do this I find that the “hospital” I run to . . . the place I go to get what I think I need most, are generally places like happiness, health, love, wealth, success, power, and control. These, in essence, are my gods.
The universal sickness in all of us is that what we think we need most, what we want most, and what we have to have most, is something other than the God who made us.
And, following this line of thinking, these other “gods” – happiness, health, love, wealth, success and control – must seem, to us anyway, to have something to offer us that the true God does not have.
When we lust and chase after things God has created, even good things, we are destined to remain sick. The hospital we have run to will not heal us.
On the other hand, when we run to Him, recognizing that what we need most is him, our proper diagnosis heads us to him, where we will find life.