I was discussing among friends various prayer needs. I was surprised how many of the needs revolved around cancer, sickness, child rebellion, and burn-out. As the prayer needs were being discussed, I thought to myself that I was glad I didn’t know what was in store for me in the future.
Say, for example, that I am going to be diagnosed with cancer in two months. What if I knew that in advance? I would have an extra two months (assuming I didn’t get diagnosed earlier with my new foresight) to worry about cancer, money, family, death, God, and just about everything else. For two agonizing months, I would know what was coming. I might even give myself an ulcer on top of the cancer.
Ignorance is definitely bliss when it comes down to certain things. If God asked me if I would like to know when I was going to die, I’d very likely tell Him no. I wouldn’t want to know. I have a feeling that if I knew, the last few months on the Earth would be like watching grass grow. I’d have time to prepare for my death, but I think it would create more stress for me.
I’m thankful that I don’t know when I’m going to die, or when I’m going to have some awful disease. I’m thankful that for now, nothing is wrong. I’m thankful that if something is wrong, that I don’t know about it. I’m also thankful that there is a God that does know everything about me (past, present, and future) and knows best how to take care of me and guide me throughout this life.
God must have a lot on His plate, especially since He knows the tragedies that will occur, the diseases that people will get, and the heartbreak that people will feel. I am glad He is in charge, and not some mere mortal like me who will likely go insane if given the opportunity to know the future.