"O Ye of Little Faith"
About two years ago, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. My older brother and I were present with him when the doctor told us the news. The prognosis was not good. In fact, we were told that unless he started the treatments of chemotherapy soon, he would be in a lot of trouble within six months. We left the meeting somewhat stunned with such a dismal outcome. My dad had cancerous tumors in his abdomen, his neck, and under his arms. We all tried to be positive, but none more than my dad. He told us, and I quote, "I believe that God is going to heal me." Truthfully, I respected his faith but questioned its validity.
For thirteen months, my dad chose to eat right and to do everything he could to help his health, while opting out of the path of chemotherapy. Within the year, the tumors grew and were very noticeable. The one under his arm had gotten huge. It was the size of a cantaloupe and could be seen protruding from his shirt. Then the one in his neck began to inhibit his breathing and swallowing. After trying his best for over a year to help himself, the doctor then convinced him to take the chemotherapy. He had six treatments. He always had them on Wednesdays and yet never missed a Wednesday night service. The first five treatments he suffered very little problems, but the sixth one nearly killed him. He was sick and his body was weak.
About a month after his last treatment, an appointment was made with the doctor to tell him if his cancer was in remission. The next day he stood in front of our church and told them that the doctor told him that his cancer was not in remission. In fact, he told him that he could not find any trace of cancer and that he was cancer free. You should have heard the church! They applauded, shouted, and leaped for joy! Then my dad lifted both of his hands above his head and sang the little chorus, "Somebody Touched Me." It was a tremendous boost for our church.
The one here with the "little faith" was not my dad; it was me. I tell you all this to give you hope and understanding. God is still God, and He is on the throne. Let's not sell Him short. God told Moses to tell the people, "Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord." Not every case is like this, but this one is one for the record books. It has increased my faith. Will it increase yours?
For thirteen months, my dad chose to eat right and to do everything he could to help his health, while opting out of the path of chemotherapy. Within the year, the tumors grew and were very noticeable. The one under his arm had gotten huge. It was the size of a cantaloupe and could be seen protruding from his shirt. Then the one in his neck began to inhibit his breathing and swallowing. After trying his best for over a year to help himself, the doctor then convinced him to take the chemotherapy. He had six treatments. He always had them on Wednesdays and yet never missed a Wednesday night service. The first five treatments he suffered very little problems, but the sixth one nearly killed him. He was sick and his body was weak.
About a month after his last treatment, an appointment was made with the doctor to tell him if his cancer was in remission. The next day he stood in front of our church and told them that the doctor told him that his cancer was not in remission. In fact, he told him that he could not find any trace of cancer and that he was cancer free. You should have heard the church! They applauded, shouted, and leaped for joy! Then my dad lifted both of his hands above his head and sang the little chorus, "Somebody Touched Me." It was a tremendous boost for our church.
The one here with the "little faith" was not my dad; it was me. I tell you all this to give you hope and understanding. God is still God, and He is on the throne. Let's not sell Him short. God told Moses to tell the people, "Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord." Not every case is like this, but this one is one for the record books. It has increased my faith. Will it increase yours?