It was one among those many days, where I needed to rush home soon, before the end of normal working hours. Sometimes, I needed rest or medication even in the middle of the day. On a normal days, I always waited for working hours to end. I’d do double checking of the work performed in the day to make sure there were no hanging transactions. I’d even help my colleagues in doing that.
But many times, I had to rush out from the air-conditioned room, as my neurological disorder threatens to strike anytime. As always, I need space and fresh air. It was difficult to be in a close room. But then I need to get home by any means. I’d entered underground subway station, which was rather crowded and lack fresh air. I waited for a few minutes after which I boarded the train with destination to my residence.
Three or four stations passed by before I need to get out as I sense something is wrong in my body. The positive side was that I am blessed with auras, which give me time to react or take medicines. On a normal days, I need not get down before I reached my destination.
I’d sat there on the ground leaning my back on the erstwhile pillar inside the underground subway station. I’d called home informing my situation and the name of the subway station I’m in. I’d request them to call in my cell phone after every five or ten minutes, to check on me or to help keep me awake.
To get home, I knew, I had to get back on train but I can’t until my condition gets better. At last, I took my stance and decided to get back on the next trains. Without doing that I could never get home. The insecurities I had at these times were indescribable. Many times I don’t know whether I would even get home, ever. Will I be brought to hospital first or at home, was the big question looming large in my mind.
Now I want you to consider something here: Jesus bore my iniquities to the cross before I was even born. That was more than enough to get me home with Him in eternity. To have that privilege, I need to do just one thing on my part, to confess my iniquities and give my life to Him. That is the beginning of my journey towards eternal life. However, if I didn’t take that particular step, the eternal life promised becomes and will always be a distant dream. We were more valuable to Him than we value ourselves. We are made to His children lest we deny it.
As you can see, I need to do something on my part to get home despite my illness threatening. In the same way, I need to make my decision or take necessary step to have that promise of eternal life even after death. Missed your chance? No problem, this is another chance because I am reminding you now. Let Him have your life, it will be renewed. I also let few trains had passed but I need to get up despite my problem.
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.*
Back to my journey home, it doesn’t matter whether I ended up being in a hospital first before I get home. I am blessed to get home to be with my family. These are the adversities that drew me closer to God. It may be mentioned here that many times ‘the WHY ME, GOD? WHY? moments’ struck me. But He carried me through on His shoulder to let me see the beauty of another day. And I am more than thankful for that.
All my sufferings are nothing in comparison with the sufferings Jesus Christ bear for us in his final days. The humiliation, the curse, the physical torture, the loneliness, the pain…., all suffered for me to live. He will lead me home, one day.
*1 Corinthians 1:18
