This is something I devote much of my life to, I spend time with so many people in my day and we spend so much time doing this…praying. Today, I’m finding it hard to pray.
Cancer is in my family history, 3 out of 4 of my grandparent’s died of cancer. Now, my Uncle Roger has it. He fought it a few years back and we thought we were free and clear but now it is back with a vengeance. In my mind, the justice part of me for those that know what I do in my calling, it would make sense for those who are making poor choices in life that they would get cancer! But not the best of the best!!
The thing about Uncle Roger is that he is the same whether he is standing in front of 20,000 youth or sitting 1:1 with someone. He is the same whether he is at home or on a trip with all his friends. He is constant and has this ability to make you feel like a million bucks, everyone he comes in contact with feels a familia connection to Uncle Roger. I wish I had even an ounce of that skill!
I believe in miracles, I see them everyday in big and small ways so I don’t lack the faith to pray for them or for Uncle Roger to have a miracle happen in his body. Every miracle performed in the Bible pointed to God or to Christ, to be a witness and honor to the power and presence of God! So do that God! But…I know that in life or death my Uncle Roger’s story and his journey is changing hundreds of thousands of lives! I know that because I have seen that on his caring bridge page to his facebook page to the pictures people are posting and their memories to the cards, letters, and mail that he is receiving. I know many friends that are reeling because of this news with the cancer coming back and how quickly is it affecting him.
So I sit here, reflecting on my time with him!
_Playing basketball in the gym of Markhoma in Tahlequah, OK.
_Having him bounce me on his knee when I was a toddler.
_His jokes, faces, smile, and laughter.
_Cleaning fish at the WickiUp Village cabins.
_The tears we have shed together.
_Meeting with him in the office at YFC/USA to pick his brain as the president of Youth for Christ.
_Being my constant encouragement when I’m discouraged in ministry.
_Monthly breakfasts with him.
…calling me Howdy Doody (I need to find out why he called me that!)
Praying for my Uncle Roger!