These can be very confusing words...especially in the midst someone's sickness or during a trial. God was, is and will be in the business of miracles. The meaning here hit me differently this time as I read it and took the whole picture in. He sent His Word, His book, His love letter, His scripture to us that we might read it, be told it, share it and be healed. Not necessarily from any physical infirmity, but healed from our sin drawing us into relationship with Him because there is no other way. He rescues from the grave. Yes He can bring life where there was none, bring loved ones back from death, raise Lazarus. But, He saves us all from the grave...literally from hell. We get to live eternally WITH HIM when we believe the work of the cross, that Jesus died to pay the price for my sin...healing me and rescuing me. Man, that's some powerful stuff.
My mom does not believe in God (we're working on it and praying for it). Through the years I have come to understand why and it grieves me so for her saddness, but even moreso because there is HOPE that she just hasn't "found" yet. She lived in a tee tiny town in Pennsylvania and was kicked out of the church for wearing lipstick and roller skating. She was pregnant with my older brother and asked to go out of town with my dad on business. When the school told her no, she called in sick and ended up going into labor and Michael was too young to survive. My dad got cancer and God did not heal him. I get it. Those are tough roads to walk. God didn't do that to her. He permitted it to happen as just part of life...people get sick, they die, churches fail consistently to be godly role models. But God looks to heal the hurt in her, in you, in me. He gave His Word. And He is standing by to rescue and give hope and life.
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