By The Prophet of Life
I was always a rather sickly child. When I was about one and one half years old, I went into severe convulsions. I ended up in a coma for eight weeks. Where was God?
When I was two or three years old, I was afraid of the dark. I tried to tell my parents but my mother was too busy working trying to support our family and my father was too drunk to care. Where was God?
When for the first few years of my life, I watched helplessly as my parent’s marriage disintegrated before my eyes, ending in bitter divorce before my fourth birthday. Where was God?
When I was sent to live with strangers, far away from both my parents; where was God?
When I spend years of my childhood living under the control of these strangers and was physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually abused, where was god?
When I was six and one half years old and ran away from one of the homes I was sent to, intent on committing suicide by walking up a hill to a cliff and jumping off, where was God?
When at nine years old, I was back with my mother and we moved into a different apartment and the first night, as I lay in bed, a ghost kept scratching my back and calling my name and I was too afraid to move, or yell, or cry for help, where was God?
During all of the trials and tribulations I suffered from infancy through adulthood, where was God?
There are times when we feel that God has abandoned us but in reality, that is just our perception. God never abandons anyone.
When I was one and a half years old and went into convulsions, I actually died. A man came into my house. He said he was a Doctor. and he saw the ambulance parked in the driveway and came into help. When the paramedics told him he was too late, I was dead, he found a way to get my heart to start beating again. Then he left, never to be seen or heard from again. God was there.
After I was transported to the hospital by the paramedics, I laid in a coma, packed in ice for eight weeks. Although they had run batteries of tests on me, the doctors could not find the cause of my convulsions. I maintained a high fever and was packed in ice to cool me down. At the end of the eight weeks, my condition had declined to the point that doctors told my mother make funeral arrangements. She went in the hallway, outside of the hospital room and began weeping. As she wept, a doctor, who appeared to be Chinese, came over to her and asked her why she was crying. She told him about my ordeal and my impending death. He asked her what tests they had run on me. She listed the many tests run upon my tiny body. He listened and then asked if the doctors had checked my ears. My mother wasn’t sure. The man told her to tell the doctors to check my ears. I had two infected ears. Once they realized this, the doctors were able to cure the problem and I came out of the coma. When my mother asked the name of the Chinese Doctor who had helped her, so she could thank him, the doctors replied that that hospital didn’t have any Chinese doctors on staff. God was there.
When I was an infant, afraid of the dark, I would pray for help. Somehow, I knew about God even though I had never gone to any religious services. When I prayed, I would see, a tiny light appear in the corner of the ceiling. It wasn’t bright enough to light the room, but it was bright enough to let me know that I was safe and that although I was surrounded by darkness, light was still present. God was there.
When I helplessly witnessed the disintegration of my parent’s marriage and was placed in the homes of strangers who repeatedly abused me, I learned lessons and developed compassion for those who suffered similarly. When I became a responsible adult, I helped them and inspired them that it was possible to come out of that hell and still lead a normal life. God was there.
When I was nine and the Ghost scratched my back and called my name all night long I was truly frightened. The next day, when I asked my landlord if anyone had died in my room, he told me his mother did. The haunting and scratching continued but didn’t bother me because I realized that what I thought was a dangerous presence was merely a mother, trying to rub a child’s back to help it go to sleep. God was there.
Through all of my trials and tribulations from infancy through adulthood, God was there, with lessons to teach me and the knowledge gained from them to comfort me in future times of affliction. So the next time you are going through a trail or tribulation, try to find God in it because God is there.
In True Faith,
The Prophet of Life
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