In one gospel we read about the royal official who went to Jesus because his son was ill and near death. He seemed to believe, although he did not know Jesus, that if he asked, Jesus was sure to heal his son. Who knows what he had heard about Him. I imagine he had heard about many healing that had already taken place. It always amazed me that this official had so much faith.
Upon more thought though, I wondered if the official went to Jesus not out of faith, but out of desperation. Maybe he knew his son was going to die and this was the only hope he had of a possible cure.
I did not go to Jesus out of faith for my healing. I went out of desperation. I had tried everything to forget and move on with my life but there was no moving on, there was no forgetting. Jesus was my last hope. I felt I had nothing to lose…things could not get any worse then they already were so why not try Him? I guess you would call it a “hitting bottom”. I knew I could not do it. I knew I needed help, so what the heck..what did I have to lose.
The official made the decision to believe out of love for his son. His son brought him to a relationship with God. My aborted son, Joshua, did the same for me
It does not matter what our motivating reason is for seeking God. Most people seek Him because they know in their hearts something is missing..
As St Augustine said,"God, you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in you …"




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