“And hearing this, Jesus said to them, ‘It is not those who are healthy who need a physician, but those who are sick; I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.’” Mark 2:17
I had my first MRI a few weeks ago. Clank, bang, clang, click, bang, bang, clank, clank, ping, ping. The sounds rang in my ears as the machine explored my body. My doctor wants clues as he tries to figure out why the nerves in my foot are not responding to the messages that my brain is sending. Even though I was wearing a headphone for protecting my ears, the sound of hammering and drilling and pumping and churning penetrated the noise canceling device.
As you can imagine I had time to think and pray while in the MRI tunnel. I thought of how amazing that there is a machine that can see inside of me without even one incision. It sees such details that physicians can use that information to diagnose and treat our ailments. I thanked God for such brilliant medical minds.
I also thanked God that He made me fearfully and wonderfully, as Psalm 139 reminds us. He knows all my cells and my physical condition. These old bodies will continue to deteriorate on this side of heaven. But I thought of how I will have a glorified body in eternity. So for now, I am trusting God with my physical condition. Someone told me that they had a near death experience, and they saw beauty beyond what we can ever imagine. I figured that heaven will be so glorious that we will barely be able to take it in. Then I remembered that when I take photos of the moon or the sunset the camera cannot depict what my eyes can see. So when I have my heavenly eyes, of course the beauty I behold will be beyond anything I have experienced in this earthly body.
I also thought of how God sees inside me, without a single cut of the surgeon’s blade or a noisy machine. He doesn’t need a camera or a microscope. He sees my thoughts, my emotions, my motives, my silent eye rolling, my judgements, and my fears and insecurities. He sees it all. And in seeing it all He is never surprised. For He made me, and He knows me fully. He knows me and chose to save me through His Son, Jesus Christ. He knew I would need a Savior. So before I was born, He had made provision for me. I spent lots of time praying in that big clanking machine. I asked God to gently show me my insides. I asked Him to dig out anything that needed His Physician’s Touch.
I’m still waiting for the doctor’s report, but I can tell you that God doesn’t leave me waiting. He shows me day by day that He has seen my insides, and He will not leave me in the condition in which He found me.
Thank you, Lord, for the MRI musings. Draw me closer to you every day.