This insight was Debbie's gift to us.
The turbulent sixties were, for many of us, a time when "hearts were young and gay." At least there was an exuberance, and in our case, a drive and a zeal to find our niche in the world. I had grown up craving acceptance, yet for me the path of least resistance often wound up being a kind of inward withdrawal. I questioned the faith of my childhood. "Are you running with me, Jesus?" I cried out into the darkness. Nevertheless, a return to old time religion offered me a lifeline out of my private isolation. Even more (speaking of my case again) a special additional byproduct was my marriage.
I met Linda at a 'prayer closet' in Fresno, California, following my emergence from the fringes of hippie counterculture and youthful excess. Turning to the Bible and a Christ-stressing faith, I was attracted by the certainty and security I saw in a tight-knit sect of faitheistic Bible-believers, who exhorted strict loyalty, an ardent faith in God and in divine healing, acceptance of the Lord's chastening as a parent's loving spanking, .... and ... suspicion of "worldly" outsiders. But was Christ`s Church of Restitution a religious cult? In a day when almost `anything goes` -- why should faith healing be called fanatical? Were they even fanatics? So much of the teaching seemed sound, and it was from Brother B. (pastor of Christ Church) that we first heard of the age-old prophecy of Mother Shipton warning of "end times" when people would turn against child-bearing, when women would fondle cats and dogs, when men would behave like hogs.
To me there was something in the challenge of taking on a burden of high responsibility and lofty standards that was appealing. Perhaps out of my own unworthiness I aspired to do something meaningful, something real with my life. I think I wanted to make a contribution, and the avenue that presented itself was one of faith. See a personal introspection. Yet there was controversy, too. Outsiders seemed to regard Brother B. as a false prophet, or a shaman. Some local churches claimed our doctrines were `Gnostic,` or too psychological, or cult-like.
To us, Brother B. was a prophet. He was not a cultist. He was not a shaman. It was Brother B. who taught us the harvest is plentiful, but the Laborers are few; there are countless spirits yet unborn, waiting for a chance to experience life. It was Brother B. who would lay hands on the sick, and (so many times) they would recover. It was Brother B. who exhorted to have strong families, and deep moral roots.
Large families were not uncommon in the church. (No we were not over-sexed fanatics, but tried to be responsible in the dimension of sexuality, in a biblical way.) In time, our own family grew in faith and in number till there were finally eleven children in all born to us. All the children were born at home, without doctors or dope or drugs, all named after biblical heroes or evangelists, all raised in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, the best we could.
Our family ultimately moved to rural northern California, where the church had now headquartered in Lewiston (Trinity County). The kids were home schooled, studied the KJV (1611) Christian Bible, and our family, like the others in our fellowship, relied on the "prayer closet" and faith-healing as Christ`s channel of deliverance from evil of all kind.
When God doesn't heal
In 1982, Debbie developed a growth on her side. It was treated by Bro. Bee with the prayer of faith and Bible-ordained intercession. When Debbie`s growth (tumor) continued to worsen, we were faced with a dilemma. Isolated and "separatist" though we were, we took Debbie to the child welfare authorities. We told them we believed Debbie would not live, but because we belonged to a church committed to God and faith healing, rather than doctors, we felt stymied. While eager to defend our faith and our Bible, we also wanted to stay within the law. (This was 1982.)
The authorities explained that in cases of "child abuse or neglect" their office would be compelled to intervene (for the minor child). While seeming to be respectful of first amendment safeguards (of faith and conscience), they judged "Christ's Church" to be a cult, or at least suspect --- and rationalized their sidestepping of the First Amendment. A hearing was quickly held, and medical intervention was initiated. The doctors said Debbie had a cancerous Wilms` Tumor. Over the next year they did all they could to save Debbie. But on November 5, 1983, the Wilms` cancer claimed her. A couple doctors said she probably would have died no matter what. One of the nurses said, "Sometimes we will never understand why God saves one and not another." But one of the people in our own church implied that the fault was ours, for not trusting God.
It is so easy to blame God. Like Job in the Bible, we demand that God 'treat us better!' In our irreverence and pain, we even question God's right to use us humans as his 'guinea pigs.' Yet how can we be right to rail and rage at the giver of all life? He loaned a precious child to us ... for a little while. And then, he wanted her back.
So Costly a Sacrifice
Our daughter Debbie was a beautiful, intelligent and precocious child. She loved poetry and art, horses and unicorns, music and reading. We were, as a family, stunned. This was not supposed to happen, we thought. For many months we were in something like shock. Were we falling apart or drawing together? Feeling barely survivors ourselves, we had quit going to church, had begun to question the very foundations of our faith.
Somewhere deep within I knew God's father-right to chasten his children, to discipline and correct, but all I could think was: You can't have Debbie! You just can't. Our grief was heavy. We were hurting, and questioning, and angry at God, at ourselves, at the world, at the doctors. What good was all our "godly" zeal and intensity -- if it couldn't even save Debbie? What good was God, and what good were the genius doctors and all their optimism and the false-hopes they gave us?
It was hard for us to "let go and let God be God." But little by little we have gained peace. When she was dying we were refreshed by so much kindness from those we did not expect it from. It was hard to comprehend that "outsiders" and unbelievers, Samaritans, "lukewarm" believers and "worldly" doctors could have been so kind, while our own righteous zeal had stood judging them, closed (for so long) to their kindness. We found ourselves throwing out a lot of rules and narrow thinking, and turning to a much more basic and ordinary outlook. What if God's healing is bigger than our private demands, what if God is not just a God of this life, but surely the other one, too. And what if God is bigger than the narrow and exclusive sect we had formerly felt certain He had anointed as His special and select ones. When we were hurting and desperate, people of all kinds were trying to help, and it meant so much to us.
We learned other things, too. Like how important it is to be gentle, to "try a little kindness," as Joey Bishop used to say. That God can meet you in many forms, and that he can use MANY agents and channels for his blessing. No longer are we impressed with the logic of distrusting all doctors and all government. Indeed, even if there is truth in the scriptures which say we must not trust in man, we know God does use human intermediaries.
Yes, people, tell your churches. Tell your friends. Even if God chastens and "spanks" his people, even if we sometimes suffer affliction, or sickness, or loss, He has not abandoned us. And guess what!! God does use science for good. He does use doctors for good. He does use government for good. And he will "even" use your neighbors, too. :-)
This Remembrance placed here by Debbie's family.
|As I write in June 2002, I feel I need to add a comment on Brother Bee. While I cannot retract the above 'criticism' of this prophet of deliverance, as we regarded him, nevertheless looking at it now, I feel I should temper my criticism with an acknowledgement of the tremendous good this man did for so many of us, the answered prayer that in some cases verged on the miraculous, the knowledge of things spiritual, the heavy stress on scripture. Brother Bee 's preaching was not with enticing words of men's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power. He taught us that life is precious, that it comes from God, whose mercies fail not, and whose lovingkindness, He has promised, is better than life itself. (See 1 Corinthians 2: 4, also Psalm 63: 3) Cont'd|
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