“Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh
patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that
ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.”James 1:2-3.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a commentary titled
“Everything Falls Apart”. Before I go any further, let
me just say I’ve not changed my opinion which I
expressed in that commentary. It’s just a fact
everything around us is deteriorating, basically falling
apart. We grow older every day; it’s unavoidable and
inevitable that someday we will die. Time is the
contributing factor and at some point we realize it
crept up on us practically unseen. Then of course time
However, sometimes God gives us a little more time,
perhaps because our work for His Kingdom is incomplete.
Even when we might be drawing upa
will or arranging for our own funerals, God might say
“Just a minute there son, I’m not through with you just
The week after I wrote and posted the commentary
“Everything Falls Apart” I began a series of blood
infusions. They are actually referred to as IVIG
Infusions. I began on Tuesday the 10th, and they
continued on Wednesday and Thursday of that week. My
wife and I were of the mindset that this procedure might
just be a last ditch effort. Don’t get me wrong, I’d
love to join my many brethren who’ve gone on to be with
our Lord, but I’d actually prefer to be caught up with
the rest of you in the rapture.
My wife tells me everyday how much she loves me and
needs me and I love her so much that I was agonizing
every day over the possibility that I might soon be
leaving her and the kids so I was willing to try
anything the doctor would suggest to rid my body of this
horrible disease. As I mentioned, the first infusion
began on Tuesday; Wednesday morning before I began my
second infusion my doctor came into the
department, and as we began to speak he said “You’re
better.” I said how can you tell (I did feel a little
different, but I had had days that were better than
others in the past). He said “Your voice is much
stronger.” My wife agreed with him as she too noticed
this change in the strength of my voice.
It was Tuesday, a week prior to the beginning of the
infusions, when my wife and I first met with this
doctor. During the consultation the doctor spoke about
the procedure and explained all that would occur. But
then he began to speak in a somewhat pessimistic voice.
You see Myasthenia Gravis is usually discovered in the
blood, this was not the case with me. I had to endure
electric shock to my muscles, and only then was I
diagnosed with this form of Myasthenia. Since the
procedure I was to undergo the following week was a
blood infusion, the doctor was somewhat less than
optimistic about this procedure bearing positive results
since none of the medication that I’d been taking had
bore any positive results. During the week I had to wait
to begin the procedure my apprehensiveness grew and
before long my mind became focused on cancelling the
procedure. I ultimately relented, and when the day
arrived we headed off to the clinic to get the first
infusion over with.
The second infusion was completed and I felt well enough
to take my wife out to dinner. The muscles in my throat
had stopped working months before so it was impossible
for me to swallow solid food. Now, for the first time in
these many months I was able, once again,
to eat solid food. The next day I was doing very well
and I still had one more infusion to undergo. My doctor
came in and took one look at me and he was ecstatic. Any
pessimism on his part had vanished. Both my neurologist
and hematologist were, to say the least, extremely
pleased with the results, so far, from these infusions.
The next day was Friday and I was able to walk down to
my mailbox, which is about an eighth of a mile round
trip. Remember, I was hardly able to walk across the
room prior to the infusions and like I said, eating
solid food had ceased months before. Saturday was not a
great day; the exhaustion was extreme after just a
little physical exertion (I might have over done it).
I’m not out of the woods yet. I must continue the
infusions every three to four weeks until the Myasthenia
is in total remission. Then they will continue but less
frequently. But the thoughts of funerals are no longer
persistent on my mind. The best part is God has given me
a new determination to continue His work. I couldn’t
wait to get started, I’ve begun about 5 new commentaries
since Sunday and I’m writing this update on Monday.
No one knows what God’s going to do; just when we might
be thinking “Well, that’s it then”, He jumps in and says
“Oh no, not yet. You’ve passed this trial of the trying
of your faith and you’ve gained much patience. My child
now it’s time to get back in the game full time.” I’ve
told my wife that I’d like to begin preaching again, and
she agreed I should.
There’s something else I must mention. I had no idea of
how many folks read my commentaries until I put out the
commentary “Everything Falls Apart”. The reaction to
that commentary and my illness was overwhelming. I’m
still getting letters from folks who are praying for
God’s healing upon me and I’m so very humbled by all the
response; the letters have arrived from countries all
around this old fallen world. Folks have told me they
are so encouraged by my steadfastness in the face of
such adversity that it has given them strength and
courage to continue, even as they fight off illnesses of
their own. But it’s not me or the commentary that
supplies strength, it’s Jesus Christ our Lord. I’ve been
told that the commentaries bring comfort as well as
inspiration. All I can say is “God gets the glory”.
Without Him there would be no commentaries. He gives me
what He wants me to write and He knows your needs. All
I’m doing is allowing Him to work in my life.
I’ll conclude with these words. I am so very thankful
for all your prayers and I promise you God heard them.
I’m living proof of the power God exhibits as we invoke
His help through prayer. The power of God is a visual
constant in my life, anyone who knows me can attest to
Unbeknownst to many, I was much further gone than I ever
let on. I honestly felt I was at the end and I was very
concerned about how my wife would deal with the funeral
let alone keep up with the monthly bills.
But as long as there was one more course of action to
take I wasn’t going to give up. God knew all along what
I would do, and what I’d need to endure before the
It’s my hope that my physical and mental experience
might be an example to anyone who is approaching a major
battle, that they would take solace in the truth that
God’s grace is sufficient. God will be glorified even
through pain and suffering as He continually displays
His miracles for all to witness.
My prayer is that God blesses each and every one of you
with many times the blessings He’s showered upon this
old sinner. Thank you, God, for all these wonderful
brothers and sisters.