Mark 5:38When they came to the home of the synagogue ruler, Jesus saw a commotion, with people crying and wailing loudly. 39He went in and said to them, "Why all this commotion and wailing? The child is not dead but asleep." 40But they laughed at him.
Your Blues Ain’t Like My Blues is the title of Be Be Moore Campbell’s book. Her book title reminds me I am different, unique and complicated. I came into this world with identifying markers now proven by DNA to be 1 in a trillion. My different markers are my looks, speech, saliva, and my blood all different from other people.
I can relate to both Jesus who is laughed at and the Jairus who must look like a fool to some of the mourners; bringing in someone to raise his daughter who is now dead. Between the times it took for him to get to Jesus and return home his daughter sickness became fatal. I have children and I know what their illness can do to my psyche. Especially when they are ill and I nor the doctor knows what is wrong with them. I promise my self that I will do whatever is necessary to have my child healthy again. So, if necessary I would spend money seeing doctors and specialists trying to find answers and possibly a cure.
When afraid and unsure that is the time I can go to God as a child and be led by the hand back to the problem I must face. Life is difficult and I have been in situations where people have laughed at me but with God (me holding onto his unchanging hands) walking back to that place makes the journey more bearable. When I bring the Divine into an issue the chances of the problem being solved increase exponentially. When I sense that this moment in my life which is a problem now enters the realm of sacred I feel better. I try to remain confident that this issue, problem, illness all are being taken care of. Yes, I need my hand held and I don’t need to be alone, I would prefer someone to walk with me and hold my hand.
When my hand is held and I face the problem/issue head on and I am at my best. People and their critical eye and doubtful spirits can move away because I am cognizant of the holy flurry of activity that surrounds me. Intercession is being made on my behalf and God is moving for me. I will give you an example and then I am finished.
My mail man delivered my mail to the wrong house. He is experienced and so I expect most of the time he will place my mail in my box. However just as I get other neighbors mail sometimes they get mine. This time they got my mail, opened my mail and saw I had an overdue bill that was dated. It read “Pay immediately!” The neighbor placed it back in my mail box Friday. On Sunday the neighbor leaves a note in the mail box that reads in short, I have been led of the Holy Spirit to pay this bill for you. I thought well if that is not the nosiest neighbor I have ever had. J I know that is a small matter but it reminded me of something. It makes me confident that not only is my hand being held as I am walked to that place/issue but that, “No matter what may come my way, my life is in His hands.”