I find it amusing when I hear Christians and non-Christians alike say things like the Bible is allegorical or metaphorical or that it has to be understood in reference to the culture of that time. Certainly some of the cultural traditions (i.e. women must cover their heads) are understood as norms and mores of that time. But Jesus' words and God's character and God's actions and Jesus' activities while on earth are all timeless. It is clear from Scripture that Jesus/God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. (Hebrews 13:8)
So when I believe the words that Jesus says in the Bible, I believe them for me. Today, Right now. His Word is His will, His intent. God IS His word.
I faced a brand new powerful chemo drug and radiation on Thursday of this week. Together. Like I said in the last post, I get nauseated from Tylenol.
But then I remembered Mark 16:16-18. AND THESE SIGNS SHALL FOLLOW THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN JESUS CHRIST......In My Name......they will drink deady poison, and it shall not harm them at all.
Well, whatdoyouknow.......Jesus seemed to know all about the toxic chemotherapy drugs that would be ingested by tens of thousands of people in the future. And for those who claimed the promise in His name, they would be protected.
Roll your eyes if you must. Metaphors, you are thinking.
Not me. I take God AT HIS WORD, because if it is not true, it is all a lie. If it is not truth to stand on, it is a sham. Faith is not HOPING that God might choose to honor His words. Faith is believing He absolutely WILL honor His words.
I walked into Thursday with my heart full of His promise for myself, first into a radiation room, claiming in Jesus' name that not one beam of radiation would hit anything other than the tumor. And 8 hours later, I claimed again that not one speck of the 5 giant horse pills full of cancer-killing drugs would harm my stomach. I claimed that IT WOULD NOT HURT ME.
God is good. I did not vomit. I did not get nauseated. My stomach felt a kilter "off" as the pills were settling in my stomach, but hey, I can handle "off." The cogent thing was that I could eat.
As the course of both treatments continues, I am expected to be fatigued and rashy. I don't care. All I care is that I can keep food down, and God has given me that miracle.
THANK YOU for all the prayers! So many of you have interceded for me and God heard every prayer. Thanks from the bottom of my heart.
I share with you a link from my sweet niece Rachel's blog. She is a great mom, a loving foster-mama, and most currently, a writer for the Huffington Post. She wrote a post about me this week which touched my heart. Thanks, Rachie. Love you so much. We'll do a happy dance together when I step onto my Gennasaret.