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the Great Physician

For the past month or so I have been dealing with a shooting pain in my lower back.  I just knew it was my kidneys.  I had had kidney stones before, I had been through it all before, I just knew that is what it was.  When the pain first started, I figured that the doctor was going to tell me to drink water and let them pass.  So I upped my water intake and started letting them try to pass.  I didn’t go into the doctor since I knew what it was and how to fix it.  Finally after a month of pain and many sleepless nights I gave in and called the doctor.  Earlier that day, I had gone on line and looked up my symptoms and it was showing that I could be having kidney failure, or cancer.  So I went to the doctor, very apprehensive. 

When I was at the doctor, with my two kids, they did the urine test and after the LPN came in, she started asking me all kinds of questions that had nothing to do with my kidneys.  Didn’t she know that it was my kidneys that were bothering me?  She had me stand with my heels against the wall and marked on the wall where my shoulders sat when I was standing straight.  Lo and behold- there is a 2-3 inch difference in my shoulder height. 

“Your kidneys are fine,” she says, “but you have scoliosis.”  Right before we were married, I had been diagnosed with slight scoliosis.  I was told “it shouldn’t affect your life though”.  Well after years of headaches and back aches- I can say that it truly has.  So, there is no way to solve scoliosis, there are ways to help it stop progressing (because usually in adults it doesn’t stop).  They prescribed me a bunch of meds to ease the pain and x-rays with a potential of physical therapy.  My question for myself though is, why I didn’t go in when it started hurting?  My back actually started hurting about 6 months ago.  Instead I have sat here in pain for 6 months when I cold be working on the solution.  I have done a self diagnosis instead of letting the professionals tell me what is wrong.  I have let the problem fester for an additional 6 months longer than I needed to!

How often do we do that in normal life?  I know what my problem is and I am going to fix it.  Forget going to a professional, I am going to ask my friends and on-line and solve the problem myself.  What if there is a problem in your spiritual life?  Maybe you feel down and alone and afraid, all you want to do is to get better and you have tried everything.  Have you tried going to God?  Have you tried going to the great physician? 

Luke 4:23: And He said to them, “No doubt you will quote this proverb to Me, ‘Physician, heal yourself!”

Matt. 9:12-13: But when He heard this, He said, “It is not those who are healthy who need a physician, but those who are sick. But go and learn what this means, I desire compassion, and not sacrifice, for I did not come to call the righteous but sinners.”

The word used for physician in Greek was iatros, derived from iaomai, which refers to spiritual as well as physical healing.  Jesus was undoubtedly using the word “physician” to refer both to the spiritual and physical aspects of healing that He commanded.

So now I know that I am going when my problems first arise, that I am not going to wait either physically or spiritually, I will bring it to my GREAT physician.  Deep, right?  Have a splendid day everyone!

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