One of the first sermons I ever heard was titled, “How Big is Your God?” I must have been in my early teens then, and I thought the question was strange, because it seemed to suggest that there were different gods and that they varied in sizes and, I guessed, in the power to help people in times of trouble. Having placed my faith in God in Heaven, I wondered how would I measure him to be able to answer the question? What were the criteria for determining just how big God is? Like many teenagers, I spent most of that sermon giggling with friends and not really paying attention to the answer given by the preacher.
But, through the troubles of my life, I have found that my God is bigger than anything or anybody else that anyone can worship or serve. My faith in Him cannot, in any way, be considered as micro , meaning very small in size, for my God is not a micro God. Instead, if I had to answer the question above today, my answer would be that my God is huge, and He can do what no other power can do. What are the criteria for my measurements? Simple, the fact that I am still breathing today after all of the health issues that I have experienced through the years that still make doctors question how I could possibly still be in the land of the living.
Just this past weekend, I was telling someone of the time that my left lung collapsed, and I was not aware of it. When my doctor could notdetermine why I was breathing so hard, I went to see the doctor who had treated Douglas successfully for an ailment, because he seemed so capable and he really listened to his patients, something my previous doctor simply would not do. This doctor gave me a breathing treatment and had me come back in two days. I was thinking of missing this appointment, mainly because I did not have the money to pay for the chest x-rays and my insurance would not pay for it, but I felt compelled to go that day.
When I arrived, he listened to my lungs and did not like what he heard. So, he offered to do the chest x-ray for free, which surprised me. After he had read the x-rays, he told me that his nurse was going to take me to the nearest trauma center, because my lung was completely collapsed and there appeared to be a mass in it.
Nearly an hour later, a pulmonologist came into my hospital room, and he looked at me with such awe on his face that I became freaked me out a little. He told Douglas and me that I should have been dead at least three weeks earlier, for tests showed that I had been walking around for more than three weeks with a 100% collapsed lung, and he had never seen anyone live with that scenario.
I made him laugh when I said, “I am too busy to die!” When he heard that I had been taking the bus and visiting my son in the hospital each day, driving my son’s two daughters to school every day, and putting the finishing touches on my dissertation for my PhD, he told me that I might consider buying lottery tickets, because I was one lucky woman. Over the nine days that I was in the hospital, I was constantly visited by other doctors who were in awe of my story. I was a micro celebrity for a few days.
Over the next six weeks, the lung collapsed two more times, and when they could not determine why it was collapsing, they removed part of the lower lobe on my left lung and added a substance that should keep it from collapsing again. In the 12 years since, I have not had the problem again, and every time I change doctors and I tell them of the lung episode, they ask me the same question, “How are you alive today?” And, each time I tell them the same response, “By the grace and mercy of my God who loves me.”
I love the story of the faith of King Hezekiah that is found in 2 Kings 18 and 19, in which Hezekiah was asked basically, “How big is your God?” by the Assyrian king, Sennacherib. Having successfully defeated all the other lands he attacked, despite their gods, he warned King Hezekiah not to depend on his God to protect him, but Hezekiah never wavered in his faith.
He went to God in prayer, and in 2 Kings 19:17-19, he said to God, “It is true, Lord, that the kings of Assyria have destroyed all these nations. And they have thrown the gods of these nations into the fire and burned them. But of course the Assyrians could destroy them! They were not gods at all—only idols of wood and stone shaped by human hands. Now, O Lord our God, rescue us from his power; then all the kingdoms of the earth will know that you alone, O Lord, are God.” And, of course, they were saved from Sennacherib. Like King Hezekiah, I put my faith in God, no matter how large or impossible the situation may seem.
When trials and tribulations come, it is our faith that helps us endure. It comes down to this question: “Can you depend on whomever or whatever you believe in to provide the peace, comfort, and love you need, even when you don’t fully understand the reason for the suffering in the first place?” I have noticed that in this world, nearly everyone believes in something or somebody in whom they trust to help them get through the hard times. And, believe me, when the rubber hits the road, you want to be sure that what or who you believe in is not micro in size and power.
So, I am a walking miracle, having survived colon cancer (9-year survivor), two near-death experiences from domestic violence, passing out behind the wheel of a car going 65-miles an hour when learning to drive (Yes, really!!), and countless other unexplainable phenomena that show me just how BIG my God is. My faith grows each day, so my faith will never be considered to be micro in size.