Gene sent this blog post to our family - and he and I were greatly encouraged by it. We hope you all will find it encouraging as well - it's gut wrenching, honest, yet filled with hope. It is written by Lacy Banks, a sports writer for the Chicago Sun Times, who is
also a baptist preacher. Basically, his mitral valve in his heart is failing, and he needs a transplant. He also has a benign brain tumor - however, he was also recently diagnosed with prostate cancer, which has removed him from being a candidate for transplantation for the time being. this is his latest post:
The actual link to his post:
http://blogs.suntimes.com/banks/2008/12/im_tired_and_weary_but_i_cant.htmlI'm Tired And Weary But I Can't Quit Because God Is Still Working On MeBy Lacy Banks December 12, 2008 2:08 AM
God bless you and Merry Christmas to you all. I feel like having church, if you don't mind. So if you have nothing better to do, I wonder if you might not mind gathering 'round me for a moment. Pull up a chair. Sit down, make yourself comfortable and let me share a word or two of the Lord with you. And in the process, I want to lace this presentation with lush passages from scriptures and gospel songs.
Sisters and brothers,
I'm tired. I'm tired because suffering ain't easy. Pain has never been a friend of mine. And though I know that patience is a virtue, even patience often plays hide-and-go-seek with me. I'm tired. It's Christmas time. 'Tis the season to be jolly and I'm tired. I entered this blog with the best of intentions. I started it to chronicle the grace of God being manifested in His healing me. That was eight awful, agonizing, anguish-filled months ago.
And today I am still sick.
I'm better.
My brain tumor is benign.
I treat that cancer with a pill a week. My prostate cancer is in slow remission. My PSA reading last week was 2.01. That's better than the 7.01 that doctors said I had earlier this year. Still, the radioactive seeds cause me pain.
And my weak heart is holding steady with the aid of nine different medications I take regularly.
I first wanted the Lord to heal me instantly and completely. But He has chosen to heal me
slowly. And with that slow healing comes much anxiety. So the challenge for me to is to suffer with faith, courage, hope and patience to wait on the Lord. And to those of you who are also suffering some health issue just like I am, you know what I'm talking about and I know what you are talking about.
Suffering ain't easy.
Suffering hurts. But it is my job as a preacher suffering right along with you to be a good example of how a Christian should suffer.
So I tell you as I'm telling myself day in and day out, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding. But in our ways, let us acknowledge Him and He shall direct our path."
I don't know what ails you. I don't know what your health problems are. But trust in the Lord and wait on Him. I know for myself that it's difficult. The spirit indeed is willing. But the flesh is weak.
Nevertheless, wait on the Lord. I can't say that enough. So I sure can't say it too many times.
Wait on the Lord.He may not always come when we want Him to come. He may not always heal when we want Him to heal.He may not always feed or lead when we want Him to.
For His ways are not our ways and His thoughts are not our thoughts. He has His own purpose, His own timetable and His own place to do what He wants, when and where He wants. God has His own divine design.
But be not dismayed, whatever betide. In due season,
God will take care of you. God will take care of you and me. He will not forsake us. He will not turn His back on us.
Weeping may endure for a night.
But joy cometh in the morning.Therefore, fellow sufferers, our challenge and our blessing, really, at this Christmas time, is to wait upon the Lord, be of good courage and He shall strengthen our hearts. For they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up on wings of eagles. They shall run and not be weary. They shall walk and not faint. Wait on the Lord! I said wait on the Lord.
He'll be there.
And when God shows up, He'll sho' nuff show out. When He shows up, he won't show up empty-handed. He will come packing power from on high.
Power to save.Power to cleanse.
Power to deliver.
Power to set the captives free.
Power to restore the economy, tranquility, hope and happiness of America if we who are called by His name will humble ourselves, pray, seek His face and turn from our wicked ways.
Power to assure us that when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, there will be no need for us to fear any evil. Because He will walk with us and He will talk with us and He will tell us that we are His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever know.
Wait on the Lord.
I'm a living witness that He will make our weighty wait worth our while. I have been young and now I'm getting old. But in between the womb that bore me at birth and the tomb that waits to claim me at life's sunset, I have never seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging bread. Wait on the Lord!
Steady yourself.
Be not afraid! Fear not!Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord.
Be still and know that He is God.Wait on the Lord! And He shall grant thee the desires of thy heart.
But you got to wait. You can't hurry God. You got to wait. And that's what I'm doing as best I can.
But I'd be lying if I said that I haven't found it rough many times waiting on the Lord.
I'm tired. I said I'm tired.
Really, sisters and brothers, I'm tired.
I'm tired of pills and doctors bills.
I'm tied of tears and fears.
I'm tired of going in and out of hospitals hospitals.
I'm tired of diagnosis and prognosis that are producing a special brand of psychosis.
I'm tired of needles and nurses who can't draw blood right because they don't know what they're doing and they blame their incompetence on me...."you got some funny rolling veins."
I'm tired of the worst-tasting food in the world that every hospital seems to serve.
I'm tired of nurses with attitudes and doctors who take too long to get back to you.
I'm tired of staying at home because I lack the energy to be out and about the way I've been accustomed for years.
Sometimes, one can be so tired that he can't even sleep. That's the way it is with me sometimes. There have been days I could not walk because of a sore foot, a sore knee or toe.
But whereas I'm tired,
I'm also determined. Like Job, I believe I'll wait until my change comes.
I thank God for my darling wife, Joyce, of 40 years. I thank God for my children and grandchildren.
I thank God for a special loved one who has come back into my life from the forest of yesteryear to encourage me. I thank God for all you sisters and brothers of the household of faith.
I thank God for those of you who are praying for me, those of you who know the Lord is going to heal me completely, those of you who don't believe He will, those of you who don't even believe that He is and those of you who are waiting for me to die and are upset that I'm not dying quick enough.
I thank thank God for my ups
and I thank God for my downs.
I thank God for my good days
and I thank God for my bad days. But I can't quit.
I am determined to get all my healing. I am determined to continue being tried in this physical furnace of afflictions until I can come forth as pure gold. I am determined to run on and see what the end will be.
I can't quit. I can't give up. I got too much to live for. There are some flowers I yet want to smell. There are some sermons I yet have to preach. There are songs that I've yet to sing. I can't quit. I can't give up. I promised the Lord 56 years ago that if He saved my soul, I'd serve him until I die.
So right now, sisters and brothers, I tell you what I'm going to do:
I'm going to trust in the Lord until I die. I'm going to stay on the battle field until I die. I'm going to watch, fight and pray until I die. I'm going to treat everybody right until I die. I'm going to see God for myself when I die.And on that glad morning, when this life is over, I'm going to take wings of a dove and fly away until I get to heaven. And when I get to heaven, as the old Negro spiritual says, "I'm going to sing and shout, and nobody there is going to turn me out. I haven't been to heaven but I've been told
there's streets up there that are paved with gold."Wait on the Lord!
Wait on the Lord!
Wait on the Lord!
God bless you and merry Christmas.