Following Jesus - Part III
We should never be ashamed of our testimonies. For they reveal the overarching supremacy of God in how He can make any path straight through the sacrifice of His Son, that provides the way to go from brokenness to wholeness. Our testimonies should also reveal a recognition of the insufficiency of our determination or self-will to bring correction to our lives because we have one day decided to turn the spiritual light bulb on.
Somehow we, or rather our flesh, wants to take at least some credit for whatever spiritual alignment is achieved but I see in scripture a much different scenario. I consider as examples, God’s sovereign choice of His election of Israel, His mercy towards gentiles pre-Christ (Rahab and Ruth), His rejection of individuals from His chosen race (Esau and Moses failure to enter the promise land) and His grace towards sin and disobedience (David and Jonah) . Under the covenant of grace, I consider the overwhelming share of passages that speak to His choosing and his calling. In Acts 16:14, Lydia’s conversion to the Lord again demonstrates that it is God who turns the hearts towards Himself for it says that “the Lord opened her heart to respond…”
So continuing my testimony journey that I began chronically a few months ago but got disrupted for a variety of reasons, my story is representative of the work of the Holy Spirit that I believe is simply carrying out the sovereign dictates of a loving God who calls whom He will. At the end of my last post, I indicated how I had gone so far seeking my own way that my decision making processes were completely dependent upon my judgment and rationale. Whatever life I had declared I would live for Christ, I had long since abandoned. So when I moved to Boston in 1994, it was no big deal that I lived with Karl. My moral compass was skewed and my judgment was clouded by sin, because that is what sin does.
Karl and I married in 1997 and I was 4 months pregnant. He was reluctant but I did not care because I was determined to not bring a child into this world out of wedlock. In hindsight, Karl was not a marriage friendly partner for he had qualities and characteristics that were much better suited for single life. He did try at times, though, but was so under-representative of the elements of a quality love relationship, one that should be marked by unselfishness, mutual respect and mutual consideration. My life just wasn’t going the way I thought it should and by the end of 1998 I found myself in a state of dispair and utter loneliness. So deep was my despondency that last week of 1998, as I sat in front of the TV for hours on end and wondered why my husband just laid in bed all day and completely ignored me, that I considered ending my life. I just knew there had to be so much more.
Ironically, I had began developing a friendship with the wife of Karl’s oldest brother, both of whom were faithful and joyous believers in Christ. Not knowing my story or the fact that I had once made a confession of faith, Mary would sometimes drop a little nugget or 2 about faith in Christ. I would remain silent. My mother-in-law, also a strong believer would join in the chorus of praise and encouragement. Unbeknownst to either one of them but very known by the Holy Spirit, their commitment and dependence on Christ and the peace that ensured, eventually would make a considerable impression on me. Everything was about to change.
After laying in bed for days on end, Karl collapsed late at night, that first Sunday of January 1999. After 24 hours in ER at the local hospital, he was transported to one of the major Boston hospitals and spent 2 weeks in intensive care. It was determined that his kidneys had completely stopped working and he would have to go on dialysis. He would later receive a diagnosis of lupus. During this time, I was confronted with the examples of my in-laws, which made me vividly recall the confession of faith that I had once made and the peace that I once knew. By the 3rd day in intensive care, the Holy Spirit had so seized my heart and in the stillness of my house late one night, I dropped to my knees and told the Lord that the prodigal was ready to come home.
I immediately picked up the bible and began reading again. One passage of scripture that made an indelible impression on me is found in John 6:66-69. After many deserted Jesus, He asked Simon Peter did he want to stop following Him also. Simon Peter responded with words that still echo in my heart today “Lord, to whom shall we go? you have words of eternal life. We have believed and have come to know that you are the holy one of God.” It continually lets me know that everything I ever needed, is found in Christ.
It has not been a smooth process since that time for many difficult days were waiting for me. Karl’s harshness towards me only intensified with his illness over the next 5 years. I worked full-time with 3 of those years engaged in a 50 mile commute from East Providence to Boston. I endured repeated hospital visits, was a pharmacy gopher and set up the dialysis machine every night. Later, I would transport Karl to the clinic 3 times a week. And, I had to almost single handedly, take care of a very hyper and rambunctious child. Yet during that time, my greatest joy was found in worshipping and serving the sovereign, gracious and loving God who called me according to His purpose, who provided redemption from the bondage of sin through the sacrifice of His Son, who declared that He would never leave me nor forsake me, who has provided a seal through the Holy Spirit’s baptism and who promises to perfect that which He started.
For most of Karl’s sickness, I sent up earnest prayers for healing, deliverance and a healthy marriage. One day I stopped, changed my tune and surrendered to God having His way in the situation. A few months later, Karl passed away. That was August 2004. Since that time, I experienced some rough patches in the sanctification process but have fixed my gaze upon Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith. But more significantly, I believe it was because He has fixed His gaze upon me and continues to draw me in to His plan and purpose. And as I am embarking on my first semester at DTS, who knows what He has in store?