As I hung up the phone I had an epiphany. I saw myself at a crossroads with one of two roads ahead.
I could either travel the wide and open road traveled by many. A road featuring many billboards promising answers. Signs pointing to solutions. Yet too often they would lead to a dead end. I could put my trust in a world system full of uncertainty, where the so called leaders of the system didn’t even believe me when I told them I had tetanus symptoms.
Or I could travel the narrow road, a road traveled by few. It was more like a path, yes a narrow and winding path that I had never been on before. A path with no side roads yet it would lead to the one who walked it before me. The one that I had said I knew. I said I followed Him, I said I believed Him. The one full of love and compassion who only wanted the best for me.
At that crossroads, I knew that this was an attack on my faith in Christ’s all encompassing work. At that point in our lives we had already come to the conclusion that believing in Christ and being a follower of His, was more than just “a ticket to heaven”. Yes, I proclaimed to believe that physical healing was part of the package and was included in Christ’s redemptive work. Why else would it be such a big part of Jesus’ life on earth?
Deep inside I knew there was only one choice that would lead to life. I knew that if I didn’t put my trust in Christ, I would go against everything I said I believed. Even worse, I would act in contradiction to my inner conviction. With the phone still in my hand, I looked at Jane and told her, we are going to walk by faith.
