Magic Is for Fairy Tales
I had a friend who was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis at the age of thirty, and by the time his young son was born, my friend was in a wheelchair. Although he did a lot of research and tried medicinal protocols that were in use during that time, he was reluctant to exercise his muscles and body to help slow the progression of the disease. He wanted a magic bullet or pill that would stop the disease in its tracks. He continued his research but not the recommended exercise; feeling confident that a cure was just around the corner.
It wasn’t.
There was no magic bullet, and he slowly succumbed to this crippling and destructive disease.
We all want a magic bullet of one type or another. I want a pill that will make me lose weight without having to watch what I put into my mouth. Maybe you want a cream to take away laugh, worry lines or crepe skin. Wait, I want that too. Maybe it’s an investment opportunity that is sure to make you millions?
Sorry, no bullets here. And the magic? The magic is in the human spirit, which perseveres through the physical pain adapting, learning, growing in faith and strength for the journey to eternity.
Our faith tells us to accept what we cannot change (a diagnosis), to change what we can (do what we can to improve our lives), and to use wisdom to discern the difference. A diagnosis can either bring about change that immobilizes us or spurs us into taking better care of ourselves. The choice is ours. Regardless of our decision, God sits beside us.
Is that enough?
Yes. All we can do is our best, even when our best just doesn’t seem good enough. But that’s okay. Because all God asks of us is to do our best, try to live our lives as Christ showed us, and love one another as God loves us. Living God’s way is what will make us stronger and feel good about ourselves. And that is more than enough.
And he said, A certain man had two sons: And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. . . . And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance. Luke 15:11–13 (kjv)
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