The year 2020 was particularly difficult for most of us. Sometime around August 2020, one of my friends Dad contracted the Coronavirus. He rapidly deteriorated and his oxygen levels dropped really low. To make matters worse, most private hospitals refused to take him in, as they suspected it to be a well advanced stage of Covid.
My friends’ parents lived in the suburbs of Salem and so finding a private hospital was pretty difficult.
I still remember that night when my friend called me. She is from a Non-Christian background, but a strong Christian, deeply rooted in the Word. But when terror strikes, it doesn’t matter how strong we are in the Lord, we tremble.
I’ve been in such a place, many times in my own life. It feels as though there is no ground beneath our feet to stand on. Our heart quivers, hands tremble, sleep flees from our eyes, and a feeling of hopelessness takes a firm hold of us. It’s a terrible feeling.
I knew what my friend was going through. One thing she kept praying for, along with his physical healing was for her Dad’s salvation.
“I’m just a simple house wife, what can I do..”…was the thought that was running in my mind. But, I kept encouraging her to believe.
Late that night, when she called, I told her…Let’s pray… and we prayed over the phone. When we prayed, one thing that came to my memory was how God made a way for the children of Israel in the midst of the Red Sea.
Both of us, in one accord, cried to God for mercy, and asked God to open a door for her Dad.
After stepping into atleast 5-6 hospitals, God miraculously opened a door for Uncle to be admitted in one of the best private hospitals in Tamil Nadu. Uncle received the best care and returned home in about 1 week or so.
It was a reminder to both of us that when we cry out to God in our desperate situations, he indeed hears our cries. He is a Father to the fatherless, friend to the friendless and a Helper to the one who has NO help.
This miracle was the inspiration behind the lines, “pallathakkinilum puthu Vazhigal thirappare..”
There is an account of a man who was lying by the pool of Bethesda, hungry and desperate to be healed….for THIRTY EIGHT YEARS. Think of it, 38…years! Hour after hour, day after day, Month after month, Year after year… for 38 years, he was hoping and waiting to be healed.
Jesus came to this man and asked him if he wanted to be healed. For which the man essentially responded “I have no one to HELP ME”.
“Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me….” John 5:7
The man did not have a clue, that he was speaking with the Great HELPER!
Jesus, your helper and mine, quietly gave him His healing and quietly slipped away!
What Jesus did, when he walked the Earth, he still continues to do for us today! When we cry out,
Lord, “We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you.” 2 Chronicles 20:12..
He quietly walks to us, gives us our miracle and walks away…. and we sing the praises of our glorious King, forevermore!
Take heart, we still have our Helper with us, today!