Prayer Request for My Dear Friend

I received some very tragic news today. It was about a Woman whom I know, and love dearly, that is dying. She has a very odd disease: one that many doctors could not even diagnose.

The reason it is such an odd disease is that it begins by affecting certain parts of the body, and then, almost in sequence, attacks other parts in order. The progression of how this virus attacks the body is important, because it renders the victim helpless first, and then once the victim is paralyzed, slowly eats away at the person’s internal organs.

First the disease attacks the brain. It reprograms the brain so that it no longer functions properly. Thinking about painful things causes pain for the victim, but thinking about pleasant things causes pleasure. Naturally, the victim begins thinking about the things that cause pleasure, and soon they cannot think about anything else.

Next, oddly enough, the disease goes after the taste buds, and food begins to lose its flavor. After a while the victim cannot even tell what they are eating or drinking, and the only thing that seems to satisfy them is a milkish beverage that is a blend of all kinds of foods mixed together. By the time the disease digresses to this point, don’t even mention meat or fish or anything solid to the victim, because, remember, the victim’s brain begins processing this milkish blend as pleasant. As a result, the victim falls ill to severe weakness and malnutrition.

Then, the disease attacks, of all things, the legs and the arms simultaneously. This renders the victim fairly helpless, as they can no longer move about freely, and must rely on others to take them from place to place, to help them dress, and even to feed them.

Then, the disease gets really nasty. One by one, the internal organs are attacked. The liver, the pancreas, the lungs, the heart. Somehow this disease is able to slowly begin digesting each organ, eventually leaving nothing but empty space. The ultimate effect is that the body, which is already paralyzed, becomes little more than an empty, rotting shell. It’s not long before enough organs are eaten away that the victim dies a horrible death.

The worst problem of all, however, is that the victim doesn’t know any of this is happening. Because the brain is attacked first, it reprograms the victim’s thinking to feel that everything that is going on is normal, healthy, and right. As the victim slowly dies, she has the sensation that all is well. As she begins wasting away, she feels –in her own mind – that she is young and vibrant, and that she will live forever. Then she suddenly dies.

There is one Doctor whom I’m told has a cure for this disease. However, it can only be introduced at a prescribed time during the life-cycle of the disease. The Doctor –probably because the procedure is so invasive- has chosen not to tell us when he will provide the cure. However, my friend the victim is so far gone, we’re confident it can’t be much longer.

The friend that I love so dearly has a name. She is called Evangelical Church. The Great Physician, who is the only One that has properly diagnosed the disease, has named this insipid, nasty, virus Satan.

Won’t you please pray for my friend, who also happens to be the lovely Bride of the Great Physician? Pray that the Cure will come, and that it will arrive before the Bride is no longer recognizable.

This is my prayer, and I believe that there’s no greater prayer that we can pray.

Amen.