Yesterday I enjoyed the privilege of getting an MRI. It is not my first experience with the acronym. Each time it becomes a bit of a sanctifying experience.
Prior to the procedure I answered extensive questions to ensure that I was not embedded with anything that might be magnetic. They wanted to validate that I was safely alone in the room. As the procedure began I learned what it would feel like to be trapped inside of a jack-hammer. In time the incessent pinging became almost melodic and strangely soothing.
The tech offered a challenge to a highly competive person like myself. He said, “Try not to move.” This, to me, means, “Try to sit still and win the award for the best MRI in the history of the hospital.” This became increasingly difficult as my mind began to mess with me. Suddenly my toes “wanted to move” and so did my leg. I had to work to control myself. The itch on my face did not need to be scratched. I was reminded again of the difficulty I have in controlling my flesh. It takes work, effort and consistency to say no to something and yes to another. As a Christian I know that I have to work to say no to sin and yes to Christ. I have to battle to persevere. The MRI reminded me of the battle, the struggle that is within me. Too often I get accostmed to these spiritual twitches and itches that could be great means of personal gain and growth if intentionally denied. This was a win for me spiritually.
I was also encouraged by the time to pray. The hospital ensured I was alone and fit to have the procedure. But I was not alone. There in that case I was waging war against dark forces of evil, lifting up my family and friends, and speaking with the King of the Universe. This is a true joy and blessing.
My encouragement to you is, in Piper fashion, “Don’t Waste Your MRI!” (or anything else) Use it for the glory of God and the good of your soul.