But today it is all medical groups, in medical buildings, with a full
staff, where wives are not nurses, you have insurance billing specialists, and
you go to another office for x-rays and tests. All covered by your insurance
carrier, if you are insured, after paying your co-pay. A word I never heard
until I was in my twenties. As a college student at UNM, the first time I had
to go to the student infirmary I was in shock. My parents had always paid, and
when I left, they wanted money-now! I had none, and had to make payments, a
great imposition to the previous generation. And from there on looked at the
medical field in a much different light. I never thought about the business of
medicine, and as I was to learn, many doctors didn't either. Adding to their
stress, and endangering their practice and home lives.
It had been a bad night. First I fought with my girlfriend, then we broke
up. Then as I was going to a friend's house to be consoled, I got hit in the
rear by a 1972 LTD-all 4000 pounds of it. Twice the weight of my MG Midget. I
had been hit so hard the car was pushed almost 100', and my body was in pain.
In this pre-cell phone era, the cop let me call Gerald, my Christian friend and
chiropractor. Who immediately met me at his office, on this late Saturday
night. My other call was to Michael Baldonado, who was to be a life saver for
me the next few weeks. By the time I got to Gerald's office, my friends were
arriving. Praying, there was over 20 of them! And Gerald did some cursory
checks, and got me going. A night where my emotions had fallen to a new low,
the love of my friends was boosting me up. And would continue to support me, as
Gerald and his chiropractic gift would aid in the healing. But it was a night
of family, my Christian family, that stopped what they were doing, and helped me
out. Love was the panacea that night, just the right prescription, and the
right prescription for all situations.
Looking back, if I had looked at the situation, it was pretty bad. My body
was as damaged as my emotions. But instead I chose to look to the cross of
Jesus Christ. He bore my wounds, and guided me through the next months as I
recovered. Other true friends like Garcia took me in, after I stayed at
Michael's for a few weeks. And we used the time to praise God, to seek Him, and
I grew in the Lord. God had taken a bad situation, and turned it into a joyous
one. Doctors can only do so much, it takes the ultimate healer, Jesus, to make
the changes. And like always, He sends those who are willing, as opposed to
those who are skilled. And like the doctor's offices of old, we are taken into
homes where we are healed. Where the healing process can be fully seen in a
physical, emotional, and a spiritual presence. Where Jesus is allowed to be the
ultimate healer, and those involved are blessed. Sadly those who are unsaved
miss this opportunity, and suffer needlessly. We have joy, for joy is not the
absence of suffering, but the presence of God! The fruit of the spirit.
Today or even right now you may be in a situation that needs help. Apply
the proper first aid-prayer. Seek Jesus first, then obey. Lean on Him, and
watch as a bad situation turns into a blessing. He will send the right people.
Watch as bodies, souls, and spirits are healed. Watch as the family unites in
His spirit, and as we are reminded that wherever two or three are gathered in
His name, He is among you. Alone-call out to the Holy Spirit-there is your
two! See you are never alone or without Jesus.
Medicine has come a long way. But it still pales compared to God. And
with insurance companies telling doctors how to practice, and families falling
apart daily, why not turn to the one who is always there. Who always knows what
to do, and has the ability to do it? Have the same faith in Jesus as you do in
an aspirin. I don't know how it finds my headache, or my back ache, or knows
the difference, but it does. So I rely on them. A miracle drug if given to
someone who has never taken one. Imagine the results if we trusted/relied on
God the same way we pop pills?
Doctor's practice, Jesus makes perfect. And He still makes house calls.
Now that's a miracle we all need!
love with compassion,
Mike
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