I downed the last pill in the bottle– the pill of all pills, at least that’s what I infer from the television commercials.
It was the pill that keeps blood platelets from sticking together and prevents heart attacks, which is especially important to me. In fact, it is supposed to be essential, given I had an emergency angioplasty a few years ago. Recently, as I recall, a local pastor suffered a heart attack because for two weeks he forgot to take the same medication.
Admittedly, an “I’ve got to get this one refilled” feeling gripped my spirit. I feared having a heart attack. You see, once you have been felled by a sickness, it has a way of weakening you, stressing and indoctrinating you and destroys all hope of recovery.
Sickness, like a rotten child, sometimes demands undue attention. It whispers to you, saying you will either tend to it or there will be consequences–tantrums. Not wanting to take chances on something that could be really serious, your imagination, along with sickness, works overtime. Every discomfort is perceived as a sign that the illness has either returned or worsened, but they are often false alarms.
Some people are 100 percent sure they’ll be sick if they don’t take their medicine-and more often than not, they’re correct. Past experiences have taught them lessons and they have learned them well. In fact they learn them so well they can’t seem to unlearn them.
Getting sick or dying because they missed taking their medicine may not have been all that certain at first, but in their mind, they are sure of it. As a result, they develop a dependency: physically, but worst of all mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
Now, the same certainty they have of getting sick if they don’t take their medicine is more dominant than the chance they have for even a remote possibility of getting well without it.
If you’ve ever said, “If I don’t take my medicine I will get sick”, don’t say it again. You do yourself an injustice by entertaining and verbalizing such infirmed thoughts.
It’s one thing to take medication for an illness, but it is another thing to be mentally enslaved to the point that you believe you will be sick or even die if you don’t have it. Nothing that has the potential to be recalled, replaced or banned merits that kind of faith.
I have determined to permanently abandon my defensive posture and move to the offensive-where I should have been all along. Sure, I plan to follow my doctor’s orders until God or my physician releases me, but I will make every effort to never allow the same spirit of desperation to grip me again if I run out of my “essential medicine.”
Medicine is not sufficient for me. It cannot cure me nor will it assure me of life. I cannot depend on it. My hope remains in Christ alone. He is my life and resurrection, the source of every resource, the Maker of every man and the healer of every disease.
Colossians 1:17: “And he is before all things, and by him all things consist. Jesus already paid my debt for sickness and diseases. I refuse to allow medicine, something I pay for, to make me its spokesman or poster child.
Bishop Fonzer is pastor of Christ Connection Ministries