“And said, O man greatly beloved, fear not: peace be unto thee, be strong, yea, be strong. And when he had spoken unto me, I was strengthened, and said, Let my lord speak; for thou hast strengthened me.” (Da 10:19 AV)
Daniel has just received a vision from the LORD and spent three weeks in fasting to get the interpretation. The visions of his heart trouble him. He saw nations and armies rise up against one another with the pleasant land as the theatre of war. He saw his beloved Israel wrecked in repeated wars and the vision which he now had was a bit different than the ones he saw and interpreted for Nebuchadnezzar. The future of his beloved land looked a bit glum. That is until Messiah comes. What we wish to see here is the compassion and understanding of the LORD towards the frailty of the prophet. The LORD could have simply given the interpretation straight away. He is God. He could have sustained Daniel until after the interpretation was given. Rather, the LORD answered Daniel’s immediate concern of weakness before He got on with the ministry of the word of God.
I
was thoroughly rebuked by my Mother-in-law.
Let me explain. Several years ago,
I needed surgery on my shoulder. I had a
bone spur that was three inches long by one inch high. My shoulder bone needed to be ground down
flat before my shoulder seized. They call
that frozen shoulder. The surgeon who
did the work was one of the best in the state.
He was able to perform this surgery laparoscopically. That means, he was able to make three very
small incisions and use cameras, lights, and the actual grinding tool to do the
work without completely opening me up.
This reduces the recovery time significantly. Recovery time is a bit misleading. Because of the rather evasive nature of the
surgery, recovery was a bit easier than it normally would have been. My shoulder had to be in a sling and I had to
avoid people for four weeks. I couldn’t
be around anyone who might inadvertently bump my arm. The one activity that caused the most pain
and which surprised me a bit was walking.
Lisa would take me to the mall just so that I could get out of the house
and I would walk a little bit. But
something about the pounding of my foot on the hard surface sent pain through
my shoulder. Here is where my Mother-in-law
comes in. I was raised by a mother who
had eight boys. She didn’t have the time
to baby us. She didn’t dote on us when we
were overwhelmed or injured. So, when my
wife wanted to dote on me, I bristled at it.
I wouldn’t let her do anything for me.
I found a way to do it myself, even if it meant going against doctor’s
orders. Kathy, as compassionately as she
could, rebuked me and instructed me I was robbing Lisa of a blessing by not
allowing her to fixate on my needs. I
was not allowing her to show compassion and care in strengthening me back to
good health.
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