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B Cells

I sometimes feel envious of those in the medical profession, who have had the opportunity to study the amazing complexities of our bodies in gross detail. Gross is probably a good word to use because all that study involves seeing and touching all the stuff on the inside. I guess someone has to carry that burden, and thank the Lord it isn’t me.

What I’m most enamored by, are all the amazing examples God has given us through those complexities, about who He is and how He works. Today, we’re going to take a look at one of those examples. B cells. I’ll ask all my medical friends in advance for their mercy as I oversimplify this, and hope we can all exchange the gory details for the spirit of the message.

When your body is fighting an illness, it’s fighting something called antigens, which are foreign molecules that don’t belong in your body. When an intruder is detected, your body’s alarm system goes off and sends special cells that fight those antigens. Some release enzymes that kill the foreign objects. Some turn on the body’s immune system and trigger our B cells to make antibodies. These antibodies attach themselves to the antigens, rendering them useless. The picture that comes to my mind is someone jumping on the back of an intruder, wrapping their hands around their eyes, and watching the chaos ensue. I imagine the intruder stumbling around, trying to figure out what’s going on, until they find themselves crashing into a wall and falling onto the floor. The antibody sits on the intruder until help shows up and halls him off to jail.

I allowed myself some interpretational liberty there, but I think you get the point.

That whole process is amazing in and of itself, but here’s something even more fascinating. Those B cells have memory. That’s right. Memory. That means they now recognize that intruder and, if he ever comes back, they know more about him, and how to fight him off.

The difficult things we go through in life can be a lot like this process. We get hit with foreign objects we don’t understand at first. Things that threaten our spiritual health. The Holy Spirit is like the cells that trigger and turn on our spiritual immune system, and our faith is like those B cells that fight against the attack. The antibody? Jesus, of course. No attack is pleasant, but once we walk through it, we learn and grow and equip ourselves to not only recognize, but fight it off quicker the next time.

Sometimes the most inspiring part of getting through a disease is not the healing itself, but what’s happening inside of you during the good fight.

“I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

Jesus told us we would have trouble in this world, but He also told us not to be discouraged, because He’s already overcome them. I believe part of that story of overcoming isn’t just about overcoming illness – physical or spiritual. It’s about how you are overcoming amidst the pain of the journey, and that is what is truly inspiring.

Today’s writing was inspired by a couple I recently met, and I was deeply moved by their story. They took the terrible intruder, called Cancer, and turned it into a story of hope. Every day, since that journey began, they put out a Facebook post, “C the Good,” where they list all the ways God is good, and all the good things coming out of their trial. What an inspiration. They are vulnerably inviting people into the midst of their pain and turning it into hope for themselves and others.

Chose to be a lantern amidst your storm. Chose to be light to those around you. Be a beacon they can see and follow. In doing so, you’ll build your own spiritual immunity, and be more equipped to call on Jesus to calm the storms that come your way more quickly.

Be blessed,
C.K.

Fear of the Dark

It’s been a long day and your thoughts surrender to the quiet of the evening, and the longing to close your eyes and drift off to sleep. You make your way through the silenced rooms and hallways, closing windows, checking locks, and turning down lights. Satisfied you’re secure, you ascend the stairway, your way lit by a dim light coming from the lamp beside your bed. As you slip into the cool sheets the only thing on your mind is how comfortable your pillow feels beneath your head. You reach over and turn off the lamp. Darkness floods the room unnoticed as your eyes are already long closed.

In an instant you’re startled by an unfamiliar noise, and fatigue is replaced by uneasiness. There’s a strange, almost sudden, feeling that overcomes you. It’s a feeling you haven’t experienced since you were a small child. Fear. You begin the process of rationalizing with yourself all the possible things that could explain the noise you just heard. You wait, silently and tensely. Only quiet. You take a deep breath, laugh to yourself, and return to drifting.

Your whole body is jarred to an alert state as you strain to focus and search the darkness for the cause of this intrusion. You wrestle between the notions of climbing under your bed to dial 9-1-1 or screaming out in confrontation, in the hope they flee back into the shadows they came from. You stand, blindly searching for anything you can swing or throw. In your frenzied search the lamp next to you comes crashing to the floor in a tremendous thunder.

Footsteps ascend the staircase with great speed. There’s no time to call. Terror grips your throat and silences you as you fight to even take a breath. Your heart is pounding so hard you fear you might have a heart attack. Finally, your eyes have focused enough to see a figure at the door of your room. You manage to channel the last bit of courage you have to form the only words that make sense in that moment – “Oh God, help me!” You hear a snapping sound and the room that was once filled with darkness and fear dissipates in an instant, and is flooded with light.

You have no words as you find yourself staring face to face with your husband, who is supposed to be out of town for two more nights.

As kids, we often experience a fear of the darkness. It’s a fear more properly exposed as the unknown. We fear what we can’t see, and our minds create impressions of mean, scary monsters and indescribable creatures or intruders, whose sole purposes are to bring terror to our hearts.

Everything we do in our flesh represents that darkness. We see things with a skewed or darkened perspective. However fictitious this story, it defines something far too real in our everyday lives. When we live in the dark, our physical senses make up the only inputs of our truth and we end up accessing situations based on what we can see, feel or hear in our flesh. It’s impossible for darkness to exist within the light (2 Corinthians 6:14). When we ground ourselves in the knowledge of God, we’re turning on the proverbial flood lamp. We can now see things in a perspective that’s no longer subjective, but truth.

Are you grappling in the dark? Are you giving way to fear of the unknown? Flip the switch and see things for what they really are. How? Get into the Word of God. Learn the life breathing truth that will change your view for the better. God is light (1 John 1:5). Ask Him. Ask God to give you spiritual eyes and enlighten you with His wisdom and knowledge. Ask Him to turn your darkness into light.

“I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them.”

Isaiah 42:16

Be blessed,
C.K.