Three years ago my mother presented to her doctor with abdominal discomfort and vague nausea that had been going on a while. The doctor located a large growth and sent her for tests. While waiting for the results, Mum was sitting at work one day wondering what the outcome of these tests would be and she began to pray about it. She says that she felt a very strong word from the Lord come into her spirit and it was this:
You will be ill but this is not unto death.
So Mum said 'Thank you Lord' and went on with her day. She was diagnosed with a large malignant tumour in her bile duct, was operated on successfully and recovered very well. She was told that there would be no need for chemotherapy as the surgeon was hugely confident that he had got it all. We rejoiced. We praised the Lord. Mum experienced no fear throughout the whole experience and was a huge blessing to the other women on her ward with her faithful witness to God's peace and promises.
Her three month check came up and sadly the cancer had returned and spread rapidly throughout her body. Her oncologist told her that they would give her chemotherapy to arrest the growth but that there was no hope of it curing the disease. It was maintenance treatment and the focus was on maintaining her quality of life and managing her level of pain.
This was a blow to us as a family. Having lived away from my home country for eight years, I decided it was time to move back - a decision with big repurcussions on other areas of my life. Mum's response to the whole thing was that God had the last word, despite the medical prognosis and that she was going to still hold on to that promise of God that she would be ill but that it would not be unto death.
Mum's ministry over the past couple of years has been amazing and she has spoken many times in different churches of God's blessing and power. She has been remarkably well, and up until six months ago was still working full time in her job.
But in recent months, her health has declined and the cumulative effect of two years of chemo plus the presence of the cancer in her body is really taking it's toll now. I'm under no illusion as to the seriousness of Mum's situation but we're all just clinging to hope of healing, to what we believe is the promise
of healing. We're waiting for a miracle.
My question is this; as emerging Christians we seem to be really good at all the cerebral, rigorous intellectual debate on Biblical interpretation and the practical application of Jesus' Way particularly amoungst the marginalised, but are we expecting the miraculous, seeing the supernatural, experiencing Kingdom power? I make people very uncomfortable talking about this topic. I've had people tell me that death itself is a way of healing for the Christian, that miracles hardly ever happen.
I'm standing with my Mum on this, believing and hoping. Will any of you stand with me and believe with me? Have any of experienced out and out miracles first hand and are you willing to attest to God's power to encourage me? Goodness knows, there are some days I really need it.
Thanks for reading,