Series Introduction:
Navigating a ‘Crisis of Faith’
We will, during life, have a crisis of faith, so it is crucial that we manage it well. Here’s some insights that might help, from someone who has been a bit bashed about by life.
Reflection: I now poo into a colostomy bag. No matter what brave face you put on it, it’s pretty gross. It certainly adds to the inconvenience of a life already complicated by cancer. It seems as if my body and I are trying to part company.
And here’s another confession: When I was in pain before my abdominal surgery, I asked if I might be allowed to die. I called out to God… but heard only silence. ‘Silence! Surely God, not silence! Not now!’ Then, next morning, the anaesthetist visited me. We quickly discovered that we were both Christians. He prayed for me… and I was reminded that God had been with me all the time.
And here’s something else that happened:
Over a year ago I was accosted by a beggar in the city of Adelaide. His face had been so ruined by alcohol that it was just a skull. The sight of him was so disturbing that I committed his face to memory. A year later, this very same man was in the bed next to mine in the hospital ward. It was pretty obvious that my involvement with him was not over. So I sat with God for a few days trying to discern what I should say… and eventually said it.
So, what did I learn? God never left me, but used me, even in my weakness – as he will you.
Prayer: Jesus, my Lord, Forgive me for doubting that you could be anywhere else other than at my bedside when I am in pain. Of course, you were there… and I am grateful beyond words.