I must have messed up my knee Tuesday night. Ashlie, my darling daughter-in-law, and I were out walking and having a grand old time–two other neighbors had joined us, it had gotten dark, we were doing our fifth mile, and I still had plenty of energy. Ashlie and I were running up a hill–I had my throttle wide open, going as fast as I could, and I looked over at her running next to me and said, "I feel like beating you this time." She looked at me and took off like the Roadrunner, leaving me in her dust. God knows I need humbling on a regular basis.
I felt great when I went to bed a little later, but when I first stepped out of bed the next morning, something had gone very wrong with my left knee. It was all wobbly, felt like it wouldn’t support me. I was mystified, and limped around all day. It hurt a little, but not too bad, it just felt like I was going to fall on the ground with every step I took.
This bummed me out. No exercise today. And our annual summer vacation mountain climbing trip was just a few weeks away. I know too many people with bad knees that never get better. I asked my Father to heal it, and continued to baby it. I woke up this morning, and even before I got out of bed, I knew I was once again 100 percent well. WOO–HOO! I’M HEALED!!! THANK YOU JESUS!!!!
OK, OK, I can see you rolling your eyes, thinking "religious fanatic" and that it probably just healed up of its own accord, after a day of rest. "It’s not a miracle at all, just the restorative power of the human body."
Excuse me??? The restorative power of the human body??? WHO gave it that restorative power? Show me another machine that can spontaneously "heal" itself! Your car? I don’t think so! This computer? hahahahaha… Only LIVING things have that power–and where does that life come from?
George MacDonald said, "The miracles of Jesus are the works of His Father wrought small and swift that we might take them in." His protege, C.S. Lewis, said, "Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see."
Jesus turned water to wine at a wedding, and all marveled. But His Father turns water to wine everyday, on a far grander scale, albeit much slower. He causes WATER to fall from the sky onto vineyards, for that water to soak the ground below and to be absorbed into the roots of those vines. He causes the sun to shine, and uses the energy from the sun to cause grapes to grow, which are then harvested and pressed. The juice from those grapes is put into barrels or bottles, and voila! WINE results! Who else can do such a thing? No one, it’s IMPOSSIBLE.
Jesus brought Lazarus, a man dead four days, back to life. But the Father continues His project of bringing millions from death to life, from the kingdom of darkness to the kingdom of light. It’s on a much bigger scale, but shrouded in mystery and promise, a regeneration that is very slowly worked out, seen and understood only by those who have eyes to see and ears to hear.
Who healed my knee? God healed my knee! Was it "supernatural"? I don’t know, and I really don’t care. It doesn’t matter. God is the source of everything that’s good in my life. I’m rejoicing that my knee is back to normal, and walked two miles this morning just to make sure. I’m trying hard to take good care of the body God gave me, since it’s the only one I have. I know it’s not going to last forever, and someday will let me down. I want to have the grace and maturity to praise Him no matter what. He is my All in All.