Jesus My Friend - October 15, 2005

To my dear friends:
Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are - yet was without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. (Hebrews 4:14-16 NIV)
Thursday I will have my second chemotherapy treatment. It has been three weeks since the first and I would be the first to admit that it was not as physically challenging as I had expected. I believe that prayer from so many people had very much to do with that. There were only about five days where my joints and bones were in considerable pain because the chemo attacks the bone marrow. After that, I was strong and grateful.

Now I face round two. My body is not in the same condition as the first bout. My blood counts are noticeably lower. I am fighting off a cold and I know what to expect. Actually, I don’t know what to expect. I anticipate dropping deeper into pain for a longer period, and I am anxious.
A friend said to me one day, and I am sorry that I don’t remember which one, that this ordeal would help me get closer to Jesus’ suffering. I don’t think I can even approach the suffering Jesus went though, nor will I feel holier through this suffering. What I do know is that I have a better understanding of His burden and Gethsemane. I can’t imagine knowing all that would go on there and still be willing do so. How can I fathom that kind of love? I know the dread that I feel over what I know and don’t know. It doesn’t compare with what Jesus went through. I am awe stuck and I bow to praise Him for doing something so awful, with His eyes wide open, for someone like me.

For me, comfort comes in the fact that Jesus knows my anxiety. He knows how to give me grace. He is not aloof, or unknowing. I can simply groan and He will know the ache in my heart. A wise priest whose tears and sweat were beyond me will wipe my tears. Oh how easy it is to feel His arms around me when I realize that His toes have been to the same line and He has not backed off, but willingly stayed to the test. I will go also to the test before me, but I will have Jesus walking with me, speaking words of comfort in my ear, Jesus, my high priest.

I know that you are praying for me. I feel it. Please continue, I write to you so that you will know how to pray. There are times when I do not know how I should pray; the thoughts and feelings are overwhelming. I need you to speak what I can only weep. Thank you for your faithfulness and love.
With all my love, Marj.

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