Guilty As “Hell”

….why won’t a body heal when drugs and doctors are at a loss?

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I’m not a doctor but there are times when your health can’t be healed with medicines and drugs. Those who believe this have seen prayers answered and dreams come true. Miracles from God is the only logical answer. I know that God is in the business of “giving gifts” to those who sometimes least deserve it. But on rare occasions, those in need can’t profit from a prayer.

I, personally, can tell you how unfortunate it is to watch a child of God (or are they really??) suffer. The multitude of surgeries and doctor visits, time off from work trying to get well….all for nothing. Maybe, just maybe, God knows more….

I pray for those whose money can’t buy health. God is called on after the laying of hands on the sick – not once or twice, but a half a dozen times. There is no answer though. So now I wonder…. why won’t a body heal when drugs and doctors are at a loss?

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The inflicted lay in bed, tossing and turning, dealing with the reflections only they see in a mirror. The truth can’t be erased as evil exists in hearts and minds of the unscrupulous. Watching, there’s nothing known to man that can heal the self-inflicted. Laying hands on the ill is as effective as drawing a blank unless they are ready to publicly confess. Trying to sweep their past under the rug does little to heal the infection. God looks down on a rotting spirit. Oh the extremities look awesome, but the soul is as “guilty as hell.”

This synopsis is not a cure for some though who truly deserve the love of God. I have a friend, George, who laid on his death bed a year ago. Only prayers saved his spirit. Some of us know those who, by the grace of God, are miraculously healed. Another friend, just tonight, found out he’s cancer free. God bless you too Jason!

But what about the others whose gloom has conquered their inner spirit? They rot before our very presence, here on Earth. Hell, is just not a place; it’s also an act of destruction. And if healing is to happen for the tormented, repenting the subconscious mind, is the antidote. I think God would concur.

It could be easy to find a miracle drug. Start with God! Wipe the slate and ask for forgiveness. Only then will the heart be able to receive the eternal love that God intends for us. A hardened heart will never heal.

Today, I pray for the inflicted who are guilty as hell. The day will come when they will stand eye-to-eye and they better pray He likes what He sees.

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Editor’s Comments:

God never promises to always remove suffering and never guarantees that he will heal in this life. I want to stress that sickness is not always the direct result of sin in someone’s life, but pain and disease are part of the fallen. But we must realize it is one possible reason.

It could be that some people may not want to be healed because they’ve linked their personal life’s chaos so closely with their illness. They may fear the unknown aspects of life beyond their sickness, or crave the attention that the affliction provides. Often, God will use physical suffering to develop their character and produce spiritual growth.

Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results. (James 5:16)

Scripture also indicates that some illnesses are caused by spiritual or demonic influences:

And you know that God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power. Then Jesus went around doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with him. (Acts 10:38)

 

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The Color of Greed

No Christians would ever conjure up such a story of hate and disloyalty….


Today, like most days, I started off on a positive note – blue sky and lots of sun. Feeling the power from above, the world needs to be at peace. At least I wish it was so. Driving to work, a melody came that I heard in church. Funny, though, I couldn’t remember the name of it but I hummed it anyway.  No one heard, thank God! I pulled into the driveway. I was the first one there; no sense waiting. I’ll get started without them, I thought to myself.  That was until I realized what I needed at home.

My mood changed as the morning seemed to be disrupted.  The phone rang and the color of the whole world had gone cold.  In my ear, I heard the most bizarre thing I could have imagined. No Christian would ever conjure up such a story of hate and disloyalty to their own sibling.  Like the headline news, the title read, ” Personal Rep absconds with the whole estate”.  I couldn’t believe my ears!  Trying to focus on the job at hand, it gave me little hope. The outcome looked so bleak. I thought, for the love of God, how could a God fearing, church-going Christian, ever treat a little sister as though she never existed? But he did just that!

Arriving home, distraught from the news, the only logical answer was the “Color of Greed,” defrauding your family after their mother’s passing. God must have reserved a special spot for you , IN HELL, I thought . So I sat and listened as you reiterated this farce- a crime so obtrusive, not even could a mother love. The Color of Greed, where money is all that matters and a family is shattered.  The horrible truth is how funds were misused and insurance was pilfered like pocket change.

An attorney was hired but the pieces reminded him of a scrabble board and political correctness overruled. I thought, how evil could a man’s mind work and never allowing God to intervene into his heart?  Here, for sure, Satan conquered and the laws that are broken are a Catch-22.  I held you as the tears swelled, trying to comfort you, for I knew God had to be in this somewhere. I thought about your poor mother who would have killed if she new the truth!

The melee altered the Will even though the Trust was clear.  Though no one saw it, the loans will close and the innocent buyers will never know that this altercation was such a farce. Since then, another close friend has found himself amongst some living that wish he, too, were dead. It amazes me that you never see the real identity of a person until someone passes away, and then — it’s too late! The color of GREED is everywhere.