Our crutch

04/09/2010

My friend, Judy, is facing surgery in two days; cancer surgery. Janice and I are in a coasting mode right now. She’s done all her tests and we’re just waiting for the surgery date, March 23. Life will become a bit more intense as that day approaches, just as it is for Judy today. But the closer the day, the more intensity felt, the greater the presence of the Lord in our lives. I’m reminded of that poem about the footsteps in the sand. A man looks over his life at the end and sees two sets of footprints in the sands of his life. But in some places he sees only one set of prints. He asks the Lord why He was not with him at these points of his life. The answer, “My son, those are the very difficult times in your life when I had to carry you. The one set of prints are Mine.” I have had people say that faith in Christ, or any religion for that matter, is a crutch for the weak. So be it. Not only is it a crutch, but a souped up, high flying, jet propelled wheel chair that will carry us right through the fires of life and skim across the rapidly rising tsunamis that threaten to sweep us away. Those who believe they can overcome on their own will be overwhelmed. Why would we even want to try? My neighbor is a big, tough, just retired sergeant California Corrections Officer. He is a macho, hard driving guy who just fulfilled his lifelong dream of opening a bar-b-q restaurant. But right now he’s laying flat on his back in the hospital with something that has taken his strength and is ravishing his body, and as yet, can’t be identified. Life changes, and when it does, it’s nice to know that He’ll carry us through it.
“I have come that they may have life, and have it more abundantly.” Jn 10:10
“The fool has said in his heart,
There is no God.” Ps 14:1
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