Oct. 23 – Day Two
Over the last two days I have been cursed with the curse that has tortured many men and women over the world’s history–unjust suffering.
Today as frustration springs from my bones, I can vaguely understand the plight of John Bunyan, of Martin Luther King Jr., of Brother Yun, etc. Even today as I write, how many men grab at the metal bars before them and plead with God for justice? In China, North Korea, India, Indonesia, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Cuba, Venezuela, and many other places (www.persecution.com), saints have been thrown in jail–but their heart swears to their innocence.
As I said, I can barely understand, but through the experience I now face, I can see I am a terrible prisoner. If the current situation I am in would continue even two more days I would go mad and walk out the door before long and bypass the rules. Interesting that I have now been here 5 days and counting. I write this three days later and I still have little idea of when I will be set free.
Perhaps that is the problem, I have the freedom to leave, yet directions not to. You see, I was told I might have the Swine Flu. Yesterday I awoke with a throbbing headache and I had a temperature of 103.7. The dean of the school was informed and I willingly headed down to a forsaken set of dormitories in my campus and set-up shop.
I came down to where I am now willfully, because I could not explain my fever. All the other symptoms I could explain away–I have had them all before, they make up the common sinus cold I often get.
But then it dawned on me–I always get a fever when I have a sinus cold! So by logical deduction I proved I did not have the Swine Flu or any kind of contagious flu. Unfortunately the nurse didn’t completely buy it, although I was close. I hadn’t put all the pieces together yet–so I couldn’t blame her. I was content to stay the night.
Yet today, when I thought I would get out, my fever again broke 100 degrees. I couldn’t take it and my frustration boiled-over. “I’m not contagious–let me out!” I cry out, but no one is around to listen and the nurse is away.
So what is a man to do: his case is innocent, he is right, yet he cannot be acquitted. I find similarities of this in the story of Job. Truly he had terrible friends, they said: “Just admit you are wrong and everything will revert to normal!” But Job pleaded innocence and he would’ve been in the wrong to say otherwise. God would have to show him his wrong if there was one. Yet where was Job to turn for now? Where was God, the Judge, to hear his case? There was no change in view, and his situation was dire and hopeless.
As my friend joked with me in light of this: “Chris, just admit you are sick and everything will work out…” But we are both confirmed in the matter–I am not sick with the flu and it would be foolish to lie about it. Little did I know!
So here I sit, wide awake and with a throbbing headache–for I am not to take medication. And my muscles are burning to do something–I don’t want to watch another boring movie or read another stinking word–I want to play basketball!
To put it simply.
What a strange, yet enlightening experience. And like in all things, I must ask: “What is God wishing to teach me in all of this?” For all things work together for good. If I have only learned one thing–aside from the fact that I cannot stand solitary confinement–I have gained an appreciation for the suffering saints worldwide who daily suffer in innocence for a glorious case, a glorious gospel. In their hearts they carry the keys to free all of humanity from its brokenness, they have the good news that would transform the hearts of the people of the world!
I hope I may one day as well gain their patience and faith–to give up my freedom and literally chain myself to my Savior’s cross.
Pray a prayer today for those Christians suffering for their faith worldwide. Ask God to open your eyes as well as he has mine!