If the world came down with some illness. If somehow, we all had something spread globally that could and would debilitate us…How would we handle it?
Panic. Fear. Perseverance? Hope?
Perhaps, we could manage if this happened. Assuming it all occurred in a fairly obvious way. But, what if it did not? What if, instead, some people had clear symptoms, but others had fundamentally no “giveaways.” What if we could only trust the information that would presumably be scattered around the world: each person gets affected.
Each person needs help.
Or rather: each person needs a cure.
Sometimes, I feel like how the someone assigned to present this cure might feel.
In this afflicted world, I feel I have experienced a portion of the affects the cure can have. So, I desire for others to have it too. Thus, choosing the role to give others the option to take it. This role hurts a lot.
I go from hospital room to hospital room to tell people it works. It changes things. Improves things. That I know this because it made a difference with me and I have seen it do the same with others. Simply, all one needs to do is give it a chance.
Some will realize they need help and some will not, but the circumstances have not frequently changed the outcome: people say no. They reject it. Even as I physically hold out this precious opportunity for them, giving every witness I can that it will help, they refuse it.
No.
So, I leave the rooms. I have to. And as I depart, I know I am leaving them in their sickness–a state they chose to live in. I continue to suffer with the knowledge that what they needed was right there…they only had to utter, “Yes.”
They only had to believe.
In this world we may not all undergo a major disease, but we all get experiences of hardships, heartache, pain. Many wander in and out of them aimlessly and some appear to get stuck in torment endlessly. We hurt. And although this is all a part of life, many do not seem to or seem inclined to fully understand why. Or how it can not only be overcome (instead of tolerated), but used as a tool of transformation. Used to be cured.
To heal.
We are not experiencing a world epidemic, so I do not go from hospital room to hospital room. Instead, I came out on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and go place to place to show how we can get through difficult moments. To explain why we ever have them. The two reasons I want to do this:
I love God.
I want to love others.
Yet, in the process of doing this, I continually receive rejection, refusal, rebuking. Hardly anyone will listen. Each day I feel sorrow thinking of the great joy they could have gained if only for a moment they chose to listen. Consider. Believe.
When did the world cease to care about where we came from? Where we are going? Why we are here?
Did others find what they liked, stopped asking questions, and accepted it as it is? Did everyone just start choosing personal preference over truth? Do people even realize they can know and have confirmation of the truth?
Some do. The “cure” or the truth brings healing. A type that exclusively comes from the love of Jesus Christ.
To access it, we need to understand more. What it is, who He is, who we are to Him. Those are just a few things, but trust me, there is much to learn. Which means, we need to keep asking questions. We need to learn and continue the process of mending.
So, Jesus may not have yet come again. But, His love has. His healing has. And we can have it.
Start saying yes. Start listening.
Start choosing to believe.
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