Summary: We all have storms in life, Jesus will always be there for us.
Blindsided by God … But Never Betrayed
How setbacks in my life revealed the Lord's true character
(I used this which was written by Peter Chin, giving him credit, and the site where it can be found is at the end of this message)
For the past 2 weeks we’ve been looking at the storms which hit us in our lives. We don’t like the storms, we didn’t ask for the storms, but they’ve arrived. And storms come in all shapes and sizes and varieties.
For some the storm might be a health related issue, chronic illness, long term sickness, nuisance sickness, permanent illness, a disability related sickness; and that’s just some of the sicknesses. Then we have the storms of death and loss;
the storms of job loss, the storms of marital difficulty
the storms of trouble with the children and / or grandchildren;
there’s the storms of loneliness and depression;
the storms of separation, bitterness and unforgiveness.
And that list could go on and on.
The most crucial aspect of moving from beginning to end of the storm is what we do while we’re in the midst of the storm. I’m not talking about a poly-anna view of life and God. I’m not talking about rejecting our situation and pretending it’s not there. I’m talking about where is God in the midst of that storm. Do we see God? Do we even allow our brothers and sisters in Christ to be there and walk through the valley with us?
With that in mind, today, I’d like to read a story to you. I discovered it on Christianity Today. I’ve never actually read a story like this, but I believe so many of us will identify with it. The story was written by Peter Chin and it is autobiographical.
It was supposed to be a doctor's visit like any other. My wife would come home and say, as she had done many times before, that everything was okay, and that she should get lots of exercise and eat fruits and vegetables—what doctors always say. We would breathe a sigh of relief, hug each other, and promptly forget that the moment had ever taken place.
But the news that winter afternoon was very different:
Peter, it's cancer. It's cancer.
Carol had been diagnosed with breast cancer, which had already spread to her lymph nodes. A biopsy revealed that her cancer was a particularly aggressive kind called triple negative, and it would resist the best available treatments. In the grim words of a doctor we consulted, this type of cancer was a potent "killer of young women," young women like my wife of eight years, the mother of my two daughters.
Still reeling, we were soon dealt another crushing blow: Our health insurance company had determined that my wife's cancer was a preexisting condition and terminated her coverage. We would be forced to pay for treatments on our own. The shock of her diagnosis had been difficult enough, but this enormous legal complication devastated our already fragile spirits.
I remember feeling a multitude of things during that time: shock, intense fear, confusion. But the emotion I remember most clearly was that of betrayal. I felt betrayed by God.