A deadly disease eating up my flesh! The suffering is almost unbearable. I was born with this disease, though it was not revealed to me until I was much older. I had gotten by for such a long time because I had found so many ways to cover up the pain and the destruction that was being caused by this awful plague; though I must admit some of the methods used to cover up the pain felt so good, I really didn’t try to find the cure. But no matter how good it felt, the ‘feeling’ always wore off, and I would find myself suffering again, knowing that my time was running out. How long do I have?
I had been told that when the end comes, it would be horrible, dragging on and on; never- ending pain and torture. They say when you reach that stage, no one can help you, and nothing can ease the pain. It would be too late to call on the Doctor and there is no nurse to sit with you through the worst part of the suffering. It is just that I had gotten so accustomed to the way I felt. I had gotten so accustomed to experiencing the emptiness and pain. I was so familiar with my quick fixes, even if they were temporary.
I had heard there was a Doctor who could cure me, but I needed to know more. I needed to know what that meant to me. What would have to change in my existing life? It’s funny because the people I had encountered, that had been ‘cured’ from this deadly disease would not spend enough time with me to tell me about the cure or the Doctor. It was as if they thought they would catch ‘it’ again if they spent too much time around me. How long do I have?
If I go to this Doctor to save my life, will I be afraid to tell others about Him too? Is there some terrible secret that you find out after you meet with this Doctor that makes you not want to tell other people how to get help?
Finally, one week I was feeling extremely weak and distraught. I had tried all of my ‘remedies’ and I could not even receive temporary relief. I began to think about this Doctor that I had heard about. I thought of how He may be able to save my life. So I boldly went to a co-worker of mine, whom I knew had suffered as I had, but she had been ‘cured’ from this atrocious disorder. I began to ask questions and she began to tell me how wonderful her life is now. She began to tell me how this Doctor stays with her all the time, so she won’t go back to the old suffering. Everyday she feels better and better; everyday she just gets stronger and stronger. She said that I can go to this doctor and I would no longer be terminal. But she told me that it would take time for my mind to realize that I don’t need all of the ‘remedies’ that I was using when I had this life-threatening disease. The Doctor, she told me, would help me to let go of those things I had grown accustomed to, as I latch on to the new life He gives me. But I had to ask her, “how long do I have?”
She told me I could receive this ‘new life’ right now. She told me the Physician’s name is Jesus. She told me that when He gives me life, I would live forever. She told me how much He loved me and how He had suffered in my place so I wouldn’t have to; He had died in my place so I wouldn’t have to; He would give me strength to get rid of the pain and hurt of the old life, because I didn’t know how to… I said, “How long do I have?”
She told me not to wait, because tomorrow is not promised. So I met Jesus that day, and I have a ‘new life.’ I even have a new family. And now when thanking my Father for this ‘new life,’ I ask Him, “How long?” And He says, “Forever.”
“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans 6:23 KJV
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