First, I like to pretend that I didn't hear what I just heard. Outwardly, at least. Inwardly, I ponder. Sure. I pray about it right away. Nail that sucker with prayer!
After I absorb the news ... I like to mock it. Really. Doesn't bad news deserve a good mocking?
You see, last week my parents told me that the mole which had been removed from my dad's back was malignant melanoma, a skin cancer. He has to go back tomorrow to have more cut out around the original spot.
Cancer acts all big and bad but suppose I refuse to fear "cancer"? Cancer, your name brings dread to people. I shall no longer call you "cancer". I shall call you.... Tim.
Tim? Yes. Tim.
Besides. It's not really the mocking that gives me hope or strength. That's just fun. Jesus is the one who heals and gives peace, strength and courage. I also know that Jesus' name is above every name whether a person or a thing, cancer or Tim.
"The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I
have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly."
~Jesus (John 10:10)
"A merry heart does good, like medicine, but a broken spirit dries the bones." Proverbs 17:22