Reflection: In his book “A Grief Observed”, C.S. Lewis talks about the death of his beloved wife, Joy, from cancer. At one point, he wonders at the cruelty of God who could allow Joy to nearly get well… only for her to be snatched back into the jaws of cancer again… and then to die.
It is hard for those who watch.
But may I speak as one who has cancer. My “take” on it is different from that of C.S. Lewis. I see things in quite the reverse. It has been the prayers of friends and loved ones—working in harmony with God’s purposes—that have snatched me back from death and enabled me to engage in further mission… be that writing another book, or whatever. Quite simply: I feel “carried” by their prayers… and it is an extraordinary experience.
So, be assured: no prayer is ever wasted. I have relied on them—and I say this as someone who may die soon.
Prayer: Dear Father, I love the way you choose to work through the prayers of your people to fulfil your purposes. Thank you for the team that surrounds me and carries me with their prayers.