Declaration of dependence

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I was standing at Gate 24 at Melbourne Airport waiting to board my flight to Newcastle. The outlook for the day was promising. In a couple of hours I’d be hanging out with my brother on a sunny afternoon in Cooranbong (not the destination of dreams but a pretty decent place to relax nonetheless).

God deserves to be more than a last resort. The fact is we don’t need Him at the worst of times—we need Him all the time, every second of every single day.

Then the phone rang.

“Hello, Linden speaking.”

“Hi Linden, this is Maria* from Dr Copeland’s office.”

“Oh, hi Maria.”

“Please don’t be alarmed but the results of your ECG (electrocardiogram) have come in and we need you to go to hospital right away.”

“Oh,” I said—rather alarmed. “Okay, umm . . . I’m actually at the airport about to board a flight to Newcastle. Is it that serious? Can I check into a hospital when I land?”

“No! I’m sorry I can’t give you any more information but I can’t allow you to get on that plane. You need to go to the hospital, now.”

“Okay I will. Thanks Maria. Bye.”

The bus/train trip from the airport to the hospital was one of the most unnerving experiences of my life. The feelings of worry and anxiety were terribly overwhelming. It eventually got to a point where I had had enough and I resigned my fate to God.

I can honestly say there are few things as sweet as completely surrendering oneself to God. The feeling of placing your biggest burdens into the hands of the One who carries the world—sorry, the universe(s)—is incredibly liberating. I guess you could call it that peace “which surpasses all understanding” that Paul talks about (Philippians 4:7). This peace doesn’t solve all your problems—it simply brings you into a place where you can be OK with the idea of being not OK.

Sadly, I don’t enter into this place often enough. I don’t know about you, but my dependence on God is fleeting at best and it usually takes a tragedy—or a potential tragedy—for me to fall at the foot of the cross. But God deserves to be more than a last resort. The fact is we don’t need Him at the worst of times—we need Him all the time, every second of every single day.

“Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge” (Psalm 62:8 NIV).

In case you’re wondering, my heart is fine. The ECG had simply picked up some irregular palpitations, which doctors later put down to a viral infection. The reason for their initial concern was I didn’t feel sick and they thought the palpitations may have been a sign of some heart condition I can’t remember the name of (I think it started with a “B” . . . it could have been an “M”). 

I’m thankful to God that it wasn’t serious, yet there may come a time when my heart does fail or some other tragedy befalls. I just don’t know. What I do know is God is calling for my dependence in both the worst of times and the best of times—as well as everything else in between.
 

* Real names not used
 


Linden Chuang is editorial assistant of Adventist Record—digital.