There was a person once who was told about the dangers of smoking. The elders warned her that if she didn’t stop she would be df’d. Her children pleaded with her to stop. Her aged father contracted emphysema and she withheld cigarettes from him at the end although it really did not good to do so at that stage. She was fully aware of the consequences but she would angrily lash out at anyone who suggested to her that she quit. She said that it was her right and that she loved it and it brought her great pleasure and it was her business and no one had a right to tell her what to do.
The doctors discovered a spot on her lungs one day. He asked her if she smoked. It was lung cancer and it was too late. I was with her in one of those small hospital cubicles with the doctor when he told her that she had a short time left to live, that it was going to be very painful, that she would be gasping for breath a the end, and that there was nothing that could be done about it.
She was so distraught that I had to help her walk back to the car. I cried with her as we walked. She never smoked again but it was too late. She died a horrible death. I watched her gasping for her last breaths of air until she was so tired she simply lacked the strength to draw that last one. She suffocated and died. It was preventable. She could have lived longer. It was my mother.
She would have loved for God to step in and intervene and give her the life that she had treated so carelessly. You see even in situations where we have full control we still do not act responsibly at times to safeguard those precious things given to us by God. Then we turn and mock him and spurn him and mockingly ask where was He when He was needed? We accuse Him of using us for His amusement when He does not respond to our cries for help, for many of us this is the first time that God hears us in the first place. Of course all His pleas for us to search for Him are all ignored. We just want Him to come running to our aid when we get in trouble.
There are many things of which we are warned in Scripture, many things that we choose to simply ignore or rationalize away because we see opportunities there for some pleasure or convenience. If we get ill as a result of some transgression and someone points out that it’s God punishing us for what we did, we get angry and scream out: “You stupid idiot, there’s no God! I just got sick, that’s all!” It never occurs to us that, while what befell us was not direct action by God to punish us for doing what He said we should not, it was the direct result of disobeying a command set in place for our benefit in the first place. It was a warning of the consequences of the evil (lack of good) that lurked and waited to create the void left by good sense to enter in.
Of course we would prefer that God simply remove the evil. But evil is the lack of good and not something that can be removed. It exists in those voids not occupied by good. Oftentimes we are warned of what can cause those voids but we ignore the warning and step into the evil and then we curse God for not have prevented us from entering. Of course we curse him for the warning as well. What is He to do? Perhaps if we were reduced to house pets things would go better for us. After all how many times do we see a goldfish crying or trying to commit suicide for our lack of understanding of his situation? How many times does the little fish curse us for not feeding it on time or not changing the water in his bowl or perhaps for not getting him a bigger bowl in the first place? Yes, we would all be happier as goldfish perhaps. God did not create us this way and has much more in store for us.
We don’t have to believe for God’s will to take place. It will happen. We can find a little more peace of mind and a calmer spirit if we are able to discover that truth, that’s all.
Another story:
The had been repeatedly warned about her excursions into that part of town. She had been warned that walking that section of town, scantily dressed as she was accustomed to being, late at night, was very dangerous. She reminded her friends that she had a right to dress any way that she pleased and that the public sidewalks were just that, public. Once a police officer, officer J., her next door neighbor and friend’s husband, stopped her and made some remark about her presence there and she quickly reminded him that it was her right to be there and it was his job to protect her.
One dark night the lady felt like another excursion so she pranced down the dark street and was promptly assaulted by a gang of hoodlums who also had a right to be there at night. Ironically it was a right theirs that had been defended by a public defender paid, in part, by some of the lady’s tax dollars. The lawyer had feigned great, righteous anger at the police having the audacity to presume that his law-abiding, indigent clients might have mischief in mind. He went on to remind the judge that even if they had something in mind, it was not a crime to think bad thoughts, that it was their right to do so and that unless they actually committed a crime, they should be left to pursue their freedom. It was those free spirits who were now raping and torturing and the lady who was pursuing her freedom to do as she pleased. She screamed out for help.
Some looked out their windows but the attackers were armed and they knew what would happen if they tried to intervene. Someone called the police and soon there was the sound of sirens. The attackers had no fear of sirens and the attack continued. Soon two police officers bounded out of their cruiser and rushed the attackers. There was a scuffle and when it was over, Officer J. lay dead on the dirty pavement, his life’s blood running out into the street.
The lady recovered from the attack in time to make the funeral for her neighbor’s husband. She smiled at the grieving woman and the two small children that sat there. She didn’t stay long, however, she wanted to get home and get dressed and take a walk down town to take her mind off things…after all, there were people out there who’s job it was to insure her the right to go where she pleased.