Last Thursday was one of those days where I just felt BAD. Which isn’t a good thing to happen when the next day you leave with a bus full of teenagers for the weekend. So I went to see the doctor. Have you ever realized how long it takes to see the doctor? You arrive at the doctor’s office to sit in a waiting room filled with the most pathetic looking individuals (not to be outdone by yourself). I mean really the only worse collection of human beings would be at your local hospital’s ER. So you sit in the petrie dish of germs that is the waiting room. And they make sure you understand why this room is called the WAITING room!! Then through the fog of congestion and funk you’re suffering from you hear a familiar sound. You aren’t sure what it is at first. But then you realize it’s your name. You jump to your feet and and yell “HERE!” As if you won bingo. As you are led back to your room you look back at the suffering souls and smirk just enough to rub in your victory. Much like you did as child being picked for dodgeball. If you weren’t an adult you’d throw in, “Nanny Nanny Boo Boo…” and stick your tongue out at them. Your victory is short lived as you are moved into another waiting room. They don’t name it this but many times you wait longer in this room than you do in the actual waiting room. You sit in the exam room waiting for the doctor. All this waiting is so you can meet with the one person who has the ability to make you well.
With all this waiting I couldn’t help but think of the passage in Mark where Jesus says it’s the sick who need a doctor.
On hearing this, Jesus said to them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
Jesus is the only one who can heal us. He is the only one with the cure for the disease I have and I should pursue him relentlessly like the woman in Mark 5.
24 So Jesus went with him. A large crowd followed and pressed around him. 25 And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. 26 She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. 27 When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, 28 because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” 29 Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. 30 At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?” 31 “You see the people crowding against you,” his disciples answered, “and yet you can ask, ‘Who touched me?’” 32 But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. 33 Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. 34 He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”
This woman knew who was able to heal her and stopped at nothing to be in the presence of Jesus. I can see her battling through the crowd. People yelling:
“You aren’t allowed to be here!!!”
“Get away from me!!”
Despite all of this she fights to stick her hand out only to brush him in the midst of the crowd.
We often don’t pursue Jesus like we should. We think we can concoct some home remedy to fix our sin problem. Or that it will just go away like a cold over time. Instead of realizing sin is a terminal illness and I must seek out the only doctor with the cure.
Maybe you gave the God thing a shot and didn’t see the results you wanted. My question for you is did you seek him? Did you search for him holding nothing back going all out? Cause I know, from experience, when I wimp out and get tired of waiting and leave the place I know I can get well things only get WORSE.
7 “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8 For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.