I think I highlighted this one as a reminder.
We are blessed to have doctors. We are blessed to have medicine and surgery and specialists who can diagnose things our ancestors would have just died from. I'm thankful for physicians. Truly.
But this verse isn't saying doctors are wrong.
It is saying Asa turned only to his physicians.
Only.
He didn't turn to the Lord at all.
And what stood out to me is that a lot of people, when something serious happens, that is when they finally seek God. A scary diagnosis. A bad accident. A test that comes back wrong. Hard things have a way of softening people and turning their eyes upward.
But Asa didn't even do that.
He had a serious disease. The kind of thing that would normally drive a person to their knees. And he just went to the doctors. He didn't pray. He didn't seek God. He didn't even cry out.
That is part of what makes this story so sad.
Because this is the same Asa who, earlier in his reign, cried out to God when an enemy army of a million men came against him. He prayed Lord, no one but you can help the powerless against the mighty. And God showed up.
Same king. Different posture.
When he was younger, he ran to God first. When he was older, he ran to God last. Or in this case, not at all.
That progression is sobering.
It is so easy to slowly stop including God in the things that matter. To trust the doctor instead of asking the doctor and the Lord, to lean on the expert without ever seeking the One who made the expert, and to go straight to the solution and skip right past the One who can actually heal.
I don't want to be that person.
I want to be someone who prays and goes to the doctor.
Someone who asks God for wisdom, and reads the book.
Someone who seeks Him first and then gets the advice.
Not instead of help. Alongside it. Above it.
Because the help is good. But the Lord is the one who decides how the help actually plays out.