It was a little past midnight, and Michael, Joy, and I were making our way home by taxi after spending the evening with friends. Suddenly a motorcycle coming from the opposite direction hit the center barrier, flew over our taxi, and landed behind us. The rider was thrown from the motorcycle when it hit the barrier, and he landed in the road directly in front of us. Our taxi driver managed to stop just in time.
Over 20 years ago, shortly after I first began volunteering with the Family International, a coworker named David noticed that I was wearing a special shoe with a built-up heel on my right foot. This was because my right leg was 1.5 cm (nearly 3/4 in) shorter than my left. Also, my spine had assumed an S-shaped curve to compensate, and normal daily activities caused aches and pains. In fact, I was medically classified as disabled.
Ana was two years and eight monthsold when we first noticed it was difficult for her to put weight on her left foot. It was almost undetectable at first, but grew worse by the day. When neither her orthopedist nor her pediatrician could diagnose the problem, they ordered a CAT scan.
The test results and prognosis were devastating. Ana had three malignant tumors in her brain—medulloblastoma, a very aggressive type of cancer, already in the fourth and final stage and already affecting the bone marrow in various parts of her body. The doctors urged us to have great courage, but to prepare for the worst, as this cancer usually advances very rapidly in children. Our world went dark.
“Sally Agallo had reached the end of her tether,” said an article in Drum, an East African weekly magazine. “So one day she boarded a ferry from Mombasa and travelled far into the ocean, where she leapt overboard.”
“Amazingly,” Sally told Drum, “instead of sinking, I floated. I could hear clearly as people screamed that someone had thrown herself in the ocean. Desperate to sink, I forced myself under the water, but something held me up—very surprising, as I am a non-swimmer. It was during this time that God spoke to me and informed me that He had plans for me. He would not allow me to drown myself.”
When an old friend visited me in my home—a man who had been a noted writer, teacher, and radio broadcaster—I was shocked at his physical state. It had been some years since I’d last seen him, and in the meantime he’d had a number of strokes. He walked with much difficulty, and could hardly speak.
In Jesus’ time lepers were treated as outcasts. So were others who were ill or disabled, due to the same fears and prejudices. But what was Jesus’ response? He was full of compassion, healing, and acceptance—not condemnation, fear, or rejection. “All those who had any that were sick with various diseases brought them to Him; and He laid His hands on every one of them and healed them” (Luke 4:40). Jesus set an example for us to follow.
I don’t want you to look at this sickness as something that I stand back and watch you go through—you there and Me here. It’s never been like that, really, and I certainly don’t want it to be like that now.
My heart breaks to see you in pain—not only the physical pain, but also the mental and spiritual attacks that come with it, the thoughts of helplessness and hopelessness, the despair. Please believe that I never allow anything to happen to you, one of My children who loves Me, that’s not in some way for your good. Hang on to that promise.
The day of miracles is not past! God is still alive, well, and working just as powerfully as ever amongst those who trust in Him. He says, “I am the Lord, I change not” (Malachi 3:6), and Jesus Christ is “the same yesterday, today and forever” (Hebrews 13:8).
To heal is a small thing for the God of all creation. If He created the body, He can certainly fix it! He says, “I am the Lord, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for Me?” (Jeremiah 32:27).