As a faithful reader of this, i.e. me and Daniel, the two authors, (if you are a faithful reader sound off in the comments, I’d like to meet you) or if you are a friend, you might remember I had a horrible accident playing basketball a year ago. I chronicled my difficulties under the tag The Ankler.
Well, on February 6 (which was when I began writing this post, the duties of my life have prevented me from writing for a while) was the anniversary of my injury. At the time I was still with a cane but now I’m aid free, although not near finishing therapy.
I will be honest. The day of my injury I skipped mass at the seminary to catch up on some school work, a bad idea right. Well I made that up by celebrating a private mass on its first anniversary in thanksgiving for all that the Lord had given me through it.
As you may remember I dislocated my tallis bone, which in turn caused damage to all the connective tissue in my foot, ankle, and lower leg to which I am still working out the kinks, pun intended.
Well, with many things the Lord tends to surprise us when we least expect it, like Moses exiled from his country and kin only to hear the God of his ancestors speaking to him through a burning bush. My burning bush was the first reading from that day’s mass. It was from the letter to the Hebrews and was speaking about enduring your trials as ‘discipline’ from the Lord that He may build you up. Standard fare from Scripture and moderately appropriate to my intention. Then, after baiting me with that, the author of the letter writes, “So strengthen your drooping hands and your weak knees.
Make straight paths for your feet, that what is lame may not be dislocated but healed.”
I’m glad it was nearly the end because I was nearly floored reading in the private chapel of the cathedral rectory. What hope! I had been steadily improving, but still could not shake the fact that I still felt that I needed the cane. My parishioners began asking when I would be rid of it. Friends started asking me as well. Even one of the therapists at the clinic began badgering me. A week and half later I was walking cane free, unassisted and feeling good about it.
Do not underestimate the will of God. He allows for certain trials to build us up, but like He did that day, also shows us that they will soon be over. Other trials will come, most certainly, but a finality of this one will be nice, at least for now. A respite will soon come and I will be both glad and thankful.
Christ the Healer never leave me.