Christian Photographers Community

After Fast Eddie (Ed) saw our prayer request for our dear brother Iain, he sent the following to me and asked me to post it for him...

The second week of May 2000, I had a hospital experience.  I had never, in almost 60 years of life been sick enough to be admitted to the hospital.  That all changed on May 13. 

After having a 24 hr headache for three days, I was admitted.  I could not eat, the smell of food made me sick.  I couldn't walk straight without stumbling.  I had double vision.  I couldn't sleep because of the headache.  Nothing they gave me would ease the pain in my head.  I was given some pretty strong stuff too.  Stuff whose name I cannot pronounce to this day.

To put it plainly, I was miserable.

Now you would think that with all of this time on my hands, I would have plenty of time to read the Bible and to pray.  As I said, I had double vision, so reading was out of the question.  Besides, input of any kind hurt.  I actually mean, "Hurt."

I tried at least three different times the first day to pray.  I started, "Lord,..." I went no further.  I had to give up.  I didn't know how to pray or what to say, besides as I said, my brain hurt.  All I could say to Him was, "I'm sorry Lord, I just can't."  I feel away, exhausted and my head hurting all the more.

I was too ill to think, too ill to pray and too ill to think of any words to pray.

When my wife came to visit me, I found that people all over the area were praying for me.  From all different places and at all different times.   This was all while I couldn't.

As of this writing, DUH! Well I wouldn't be writing if I weren't better.  I am on the road to recovery.  The Doctor said that it would take three to six months for my vision to return to normal.  If not, surgery would take place to correct it. 

I underwent so many different tests to discover the reason for my illness.  That's good?  No, that's bad...they never did find the cause.  That's bad? No that's good.  All of the tests show that I did not have a heart attack, stroke or a brain tumor.

I received cards from fellow believers, who lifted me up in prayer.  Phone calls encouraged me and prayer over the phone helped.  Slowly I came out of the misery I was in.  The clouds parted and the sunshine came bursting through.

So, if you are too tired to pray.  Too sick.  Too depressed.....Ask someone to pray for you.  They can pray when you can't.

Update on April 23, 2004.
I am well today.  No reoccurrence.  Vision is great without surgery.  I am on medication just as if I'd had a stroke....so it may be prevented from occurring again...whatever "IT" is.[/list]


Thanks Ed!

Along these same lines. . .

God did not bring us into the body to "sandbag."  He gave us specific gifts and jobs to do to glorify Him and build His kingdom.  When you are absent from the body (be it CP, you local assembly or whatever), your job is not being done.  That puts a burden on the others to pick up your slack.

With Iain's case, and in the example Ed posted, if we were so busy trying to keep up our jobs and everyone elses, we wouldn't have time to pray like we should.

Just thinking.