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The Good Samaritan


The world as we know it is changing. By "we" I mean our family and by "world" I mean healthcare. A couple months ago our family shifted away from traditional health insurance (think Blue Cross Blue Shield) and ventured in a new direction. I have to admit that I'd been curious and inquisitive since hearing about healthcare sharing ministries close to a decade ago. Initially, the idea was so far fetched that it wasn't anything more than a novelty to me. I was no different than a little boy peering into a high-end haberdashery...looking in from the outside with fascination, but little to no understanding of what is observed.

Toward the end of 2015 it became clear that traditional health insurance was no longer the best option for our family. This awareness came more in the form of a wrecking ball than a stork delivering a new blessing. It's really hard to put into words everything I felt during that awakening. I realized quickly those conversations I previously glossed over due to the perception of safety and provision due to a card I haphazardly carried around were much more important than I considered them originally. Questions about deductibles, penalties, three lettered acronyms which I never knew, and what seemed like an endless processional of papers stating "EOB" came throttling forward.

Well, to give a short ending to what felt like the never ending story I'll simply say the shift and transition revealed something within me. It revealed that I had taken health and provision for granted. I found myself, unknowingly at times, trusting in an organization, a plastic card, and a funding structure that was helpful but not hope giving. I'm not one to lament the fall of systems or overly celebrate the rise of innovative new systems which replace the previous innovative new system. What I am prone to do is fix my eyes, hope, and trust in nouns (people, places, and things) and not the one person from where hope emanates.

You see, by our world changing it also gave us the ability to see clearer, to see more sharply and with better focus. As you can imagine I did enter the high-end haberdashery and what I've found there is epic, even biblical, in its reality. After much prayer, evaluation, and conversation Linds and I decided to trust a handful of good samaritans (@samaritanmin) that were all initially helped and presently led by the only one who was ever truly good.

I suppose there's much material to debate regarding how families are best cared for and what options are best for each unique familial scenario. My goal isn't to give an answer or provide a recommendation for others, rather my goal is to remind myself and those of you reading that our trust, hope, and care resides not in people, places, and things but rather in God – our provider and caregiver. I shouldn't be shocked at how quickly I can forget that truth. It seems as though I have a thread running through me of self-sufficiency and pride, both of which are antithetical to the nature of dependance and need for grace that I can be blind to all to often.

Regardless of what kind of healthcare you have (or don't have) presently I hope our story can encourage you to heed the words from Psalm 20:7, "Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God."

As we peer through every window of life let's remind each other that ‘In him we live and move and have our being'!

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I followed your foot steps this past month. I look forward to sending my monthly share to someone in need instead of a insurance company. Also lots of prayers and notes.

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