A cough that lingers and a soul that refuses the physician, here is a twofold sickness that calls for the Great Healer. The body cries out for relief, yet the mind has fixed itself upon a narrow path, as if trusting God must mean rejecting the very means He has provided. I see in this a tangle of faith and folly, and I long to speak a word in season to your friend, and perhaps to you as well.
Consider how we speedily care for bodily diseases, they are too painful to let us slumber in silence, and they soon urge us to seek a physician or a surgeon for our healing. This is no denial of faith, but rather its proper exercise. The earth cannot pray for dew, yet it falls; the thirsty ground has no voice to ask for showers, yet they descend, and shall God not answer when we cry, yet also use the remedies He sets before us? The leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations, and even the common things, the lower blessings, are full of virtue because He appoints them for that very purpose. To set faith against the doctor is to mistake the matter entirely. Faith takes what God gives, whether it be a miraculous touch or a draught of medicine, both are from His hand.
Your friend’s stubbornness seems to me a form of little faith, for little faith often perverts everything into sorrow and doubt, clinging to one idea as if God could only work in a single fashion. When our Lord walked upon the sea, Peter did not hesitate to ask, “Bid me come unto You.” His faith, though small, was bold enough to step out, yet it was no denial of the boat that had carried him thus far. Strong faith is not the enemy of means; it uses whatever the Lord provides. If your friend were truly hearing the Spirit, he would not fear that trusting a doctor might make him careless. Faith works by love and never tends to sloth, it embraces the healing leaves as gladly as the sudden miracle.
I fear there is a deeper sickness here, a wound of the heart that masks itself as zeal. A broken heart can make a man loathe his daily food and care for nothing else; he puts his fingers in his ears and will hear of nothing but his own fixed notion. Yet Christ heals the broken in heart, and He does so often through the very wisdom we would despise. Does not the Father chasten us and teach us to yield even our opinions to His will? He takes care that the sea comes no further than He bids, and the heart is equally subject to His purpose when we humble ourselves under His mighty hand.
Do not despise your friend’s faith, for even a spark of true faith is precious, it sets a thousand souls on fire. But speak to him with evident concern, as one who loves his soul. Remind him that faith never demands we tempt the Lord by refusing the aid He sends. The returning Son of Man will look for faith, faith that rests on His promises, not on our own stubborn interpretations. God never fails the man who, in simple childlike trust, leans wholly upon Him, yet that same trust freely receives every good gift, whether it comes in the form of a prayer or a prescription. May the Holy Spirit open his eyes to see that divine healing and the physician’s art are not at war, but both serve the One who heals all our diseases.