The Lucky One

When Sommer was in the hospital I received a phone call from a distant Aunt who had heard the news and wanted to learn more.  I was in the elevator at the time of the call and remember thinking “how odd my phone works.”  I don’t remember most of the conversation my mind was miles away in room 419 where my daughter was on life support.  I did tell her “No matter what happens Jesus will raise my daughter!”

There was a strain in my voice.  I was very adamant about my statement almost daring her to challenge me.  She is a non-believer and I so wanted to prove something to her even though I knew it would take a miracle for Sommer to wake up and recover from her coma.  But you see I knew with every fiber of my body she would be raised and enter the kingdom of heaven I had and have that blessed assurance.

In Luke, we learn that Jesus raises and heals the daughter of a prosperous man named Jairus.

40 Now when Jesus returned, a crowd welcomed him, for they were all expecting him. 41 Then a man named Jairus, a synagogue leader, came and fell at Jesus’ feet, pleading with him to come to his house 42 because his only daughter, a girl of about twelve, was dying.

As Jesus was on his way, the crowds almost crushed him.

Jarius was a community leader and head of the synagogue. His job was to organize things.  The running of the show so to speak.  He was in charge of conducting the worship and selecting of those who are to lead the prayer, read the scriptures, and teach of the service.  Yep, he was the boss.  He was also a believer in Jesus Christ.  He had to of been based on his actions.

Now, this highly respected citizen comes up to Jesus in the multitude of pushing and shoving individuals.  They make way for him out of respect, but he is not there to pay his respects to the rabbi nor to greet an old friend

His face was probably ashen, his hands trembling and when he finally reaches the Master he falls upon his knees before Jesus.  Can’t you just see this important man in the people’s eyes down on his knees before the King of the Universe begging him to do something quickly?  Notice he is not afraid of what others thought of him, he knew the Master and what He could do.

See his head bowed, his shoulders shaking with emotion, his brow sweating?  Here is a paradoxical scene:  the well-to-do synagogue president utterly bumbling himself before the simply-dressed Jesus.  He has been waiting for Jesus to return–hoping he would return in time, and now he is here.  Jesus is Jarius’ last hope

49 While Jesus was still speaking, someone came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue leader. “Your daughter is dead,” he said. “Don’t bother the teacher anymore.”

50 Hearing this, Jesus said to Jairus, “Don’t be afraid; just believe, and she will be healed.”

51 When he arrived at the house of Jairus, he did not let anyone go in with him except Peter, John and James, and the child’s father and mother. 52 Meanwhile, all the people were wailing and mourning for her. “Stop wailing,” Jesus said. “She is not dead but asleep.”

53 They laughed at him, knowing that she was dead. 54 But he took her by the hand and said, “My child, get up!” 55 Her spirit returned, and at once she stood up. Then Jesus told them to give her something to eat.56 Her parents were astonished, but he ordered them not to tell anyone what had happened.

Notice the private moment.  Just Jarius his wife Peter, John, and James.  Everyone else is shooed from the house.

I can so relate to Jarius.  I have been on my knees begging God to restore my daughter.  I wanted what Jarius wanted.  I wanted Sommer to wake from the coma and be restored to perfect health.  But God wanted better for my daughter.  He gave her eternity.  He gave her everlasting life.  He gave her a new name.  He gave her a mansion.  He gave Himself so that Sommer could have all these things.  No matter how much I would love to have my daughter with me I accept that she is in Paradise and I am the lucky one.  Yes, I am the lucky one I know I’ll see her again.  I don’t have to guess or hope I have that blessed assurance that she is in her heavenly home and by accepting what Christ did for me and you on the cross lessens my grief.  I still grieve but I grieve with abundant hope.

I am the lucky one.

 

 

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