When you lose something you can't replacewhen you love some one but it goes to waste could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you -Coldplay
Everything breaks. My brakes just broke.
My broken brakes are trying to break me.
Stuff just breaks.
My computer broke.
My truck is broke.
My van is broke.....again.
Stuff breaks.
People break too.
Like the time I broke my toe. Oh my gosh!!! That day I got a taste of what it must be like to have a baby. Seriously, my foot was in labor. A mammoth antique mirror slipped down the back of a dresser like the blade of a guillotine and sliced the pudgiest digit on my left foot.
I was wearing nylon sneakers.
The pain was immediate, acute and sustained, making a rapid crescendo to excruciating. It leveled out just above rage and slightly below fainting, and stayed there. It was kind of like spanking the thumb with a hammer or kicking the little toe on a coffee table in the midnight hour. The only difference was that the throb never ended.
Kendall swiftly fetched a pot of ice water and I plunged the wounded soldier in over his head. No hope. The pain only worsened.
Flashback.
I once kicked a bowling ball in the middle of a parking lot. We were kids, junior-highers. We both saw it in the distance and made a run for it. I was always thinner and faster than my best friend Mark. I won the race. I got the prize. I booted what we thought was a child’s kickball. Mark laughed. I cried. The giant marble rolled about six inches. The pain was immediate, acute and sustained; but, it did subside.
Back to the beheading of my big toe:
The pain didn’t stop.
I hate doctors, especially doctors from West Virginia. Okay, not as people, but as people who want to look under my hood. I guess I don’t like admitting my sickness; I don’t like giving up control; and, I don’t like rubber gloves. Still, I dressed the palpitating peanut in some gauze and carried him off to Doctor Bones .
The doc took an x-ray. The trooper was barely hanging on, almost amputated from the inside out. So, the doc scored me a space boot and said give it six or eight weeks.
I was due to start the police academy six weeks from the day of the break. About a week before the training began, I went to another doctor here in Virginia. He did more x-rays. The prognosis: I would never be able to bend my toe to 90 degrees again because the first doctor didn’t reset the bone.
I called the heavy hitter- Jeffery Halverson at once, I wanted to see if I could hoist a few bucks off the white coat who robbed me of my bendage. No luck. It seems that big toes aren’t worth going to court over, especially if they’re still attached.
Back to breaking people:
People do break. People do need healing.
I just watched Rob Bell’s nooma video Luggage. You guys that come out on Saturday night may get to see it too. He talks about the process of forgiveness and healing.
My toe had to go through a process to be healed; but because I went to a poor practitioner the healing wasn’t complete.
Another interesting point is that when people break-- they get weird.
When I squashed the meaty nugget that day my kids were present and I refrained from spouting off many of the colorful words I learned in public school. However, I did shout it from the house tops! I think I spoke in tongues. Man, it hurt!
When people get hurt they get weird. Some cry. Some kill. Some call 1-900-CRA-POLA.
The point is, we all get broke but if we turn anywhere other than Jesus for ultimate healing we can expect malpractice.
I will always fall short of filling the void- for my wife, my kids, my flock—His flock. You see, only Jesus can reach down deep inside and reset the brokenness that life deals each one of us.
As we start a new year, my encouragement is that you make a decision to live lighter, to live better, in the words of Pastor Steve Kelly- to “do life well!”; in the words of our own pastor—to “discover life!” In the words of Jesus, “I have come that you may have life and to the full.” John 10:10.
Make me a promise and I’ll make you one:
Promise me that before this year gets under way: you’ll admit your sickness, give up control and trust Him with your fractures.
My end of the deal?.....no rubber gloves.
Jesus said in Luke 4:18-19:
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, [19] To preach the acceptable year of the Lord.
My computer broke.
My truck is broke.
My van is broke.....again.
Stuff breaks.
People break too.
Like the time I broke my toe. Oh my gosh!!! That day I got a taste of what it must be like to have a baby. Seriously, my foot was in labor. A mammoth antique mirror slipped down the back of a dresser like the blade of a guillotine and sliced the pudgiest digit on my left foot.
I was wearing nylon sneakers.
The pain was immediate, acute and sustained, making a rapid crescendo to excruciating. It leveled out just above rage and slightly below fainting, and stayed there. It was kind of like spanking the thumb with a hammer or kicking the little toe on a coffee table in the midnight hour. The only difference was that the throb never ended.
Kendall swiftly fetched a pot of ice water and I plunged the wounded soldier in over his head. No hope. The pain only worsened.
Flashback.
I once kicked a bowling ball in the middle of a parking lot. We were kids, junior-highers. We both saw it in the distance and made a run for it. I was always thinner and faster than my best friend Mark. I won the race. I got the prize. I booted what we thought was a child’s kickball. Mark laughed. I cried. The giant marble rolled about six inches. The pain was immediate, acute and sustained; but, it did subside.
Back to the beheading of my big toe:
The pain didn’t stop.
I hate doctors, especially doctors from West Virginia. Okay, not as people, but as people who want to look under my hood. I guess I don’t like admitting my sickness; I don’t like giving up control; and, I don’t like rubber gloves. Still, I dressed the palpitating peanut in some gauze and carried him off to Doctor Bones .
The doc took an x-ray. The trooper was barely hanging on, almost amputated from the inside out. So, the doc scored me a space boot and said give it six or eight weeks.
I was due to start the police academy six weeks from the day of the break. About a week before the training began, I went to another doctor here in Virginia. He did more x-rays. The prognosis: I would never be able to bend my toe to 90 degrees again because the first doctor didn’t reset the bone.
I called the heavy hitter- Jeffery Halverson at once, I wanted to see if I could hoist a few bucks off the white coat who robbed me of my bendage. No luck. It seems that big toes aren’t worth going to court over, especially if they’re still attached.
Back to breaking people:
People do break. People do need healing.
I just watched Rob Bell’s nooma video Luggage. You guys that come out on Saturday night may get to see it too. He talks about the process of forgiveness and healing.
My toe had to go through a process to be healed; but because I went to a poor practitioner the healing wasn’t complete.
Another interesting point is that when people break-- they get weird.
When I squashed the meaty nugget that day my kids were present and I refrained from spouting off many of the colorful words I learned in public school. However, I did shout it from the house tops! I think I spoke in tongues. Man, it hurt!
When people get hurt they get weird. Some cry. Some kill. Some call 1-900-CRA-POLA.
The point is, we all get broke but if we turn anywhere other than Jesus for ultimate healing we can expect malpractice.
I will always fall short of filling the void- for my wife, my kids, my flock—His flock. You see, only Jesus can reach down deep inside and reset the brokenness that life deals each one of us.
As we start a new year, my encouragement is that you make a decision to live lighter, to live better, in the words of Pastor Steve Kelly- to “do life well!”; in the words of our own pastor—to “discover life!” In the words of Jesus, “I have come that you may have life and to the full.” John 10:10.
Make me a promise and I’ll make you one:
Promise me that before this year gets under way: you’ll admit your sickness, give up control and trust Him with your fractures.
My end of the deal?.....no rubber gloves.
Jesus said in Luke 4:18-19:
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, [19] To preach the acceptable year of the Lord.
2 comments:
HA! and AMEN!
Well, actually he was from the Middle East....but he did choose to live in WV...then again so did I! We all know City Hospital is one of the top rated surgery centers in the wordl anyway.
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