Early this year I renewed and upgraded my blog subscription will every intent of submitting posts on a regular basis. I was enthusiastic and thought of many concepts for posts. Then I found the dreaded “lump.”
After three months of poking, prodding, biopsies, and tests, I was handed a breast cancer diagnosis. I am currently undergoing chemotherapy with the goal of shrinking the tumor enough to do successful surgery.
Some people, knowing that I am a devout believer, have asked me whether I think God caused my cancer. I have reflected on this question, and I can now respond with a resounding “NO!” God did not cause my cancer.
The way we live our lives, and the way our ancestors lived their lives is probably the prime cause of cancer. Genes may have been altered during my lifetime, but there is also a history of breast cancer in my family tree. God cannot change my genealogy. My grandmother will always be my grandmother, and so on.
Some might ask, “If God can do anything, why doesn’t he cure my cancer?” Well, he is, through the hands and minds of science. God may be guiding my doctors in my treatment plan. The doctors say I will be okay in the long run.
Can God miraculously cause my cancer to go away? Well, he could, but like a giant game of Jenga, one tiny move can affect a thousand more in the universe. God put the laws of science to work many, many years ago. Genes may have been altered as mankind evolved, but God sets the rules of nature. Who knows, maybe the laws of nature, along with the evolution of modern medicine, may someday eradicate the need for chemotherapy.
In the meantime, I know that I have a God who is with me every step of the way on the unpleasant journey toward wellness. I feel his presence constantly. God did not send my cancer, but he sends his caring affection during my battle. Have faith.