We were
a little early to the morning church service, giving me a moment or
two to get settled in my chair and look around me. It's easy to
people-watch in a church as large as ours; I looked about for a few
familiar faces to greet while my husband went to look for a friend
outside.
It was
then that I spotted a blonde teenager and her mother slowly making
their way to the row in front of me. My interest in the girl was piqued first by the sight of her crutches, and then by a black
hinged brace on her leg very similar to the one I wore protecting my
elbow, only bigger. Because of that brace connection I found myself
drawn to her, wondering in what way she had injured herself and how
her recovery was coming along. When the “meet and greet” time in
the service arrived, I moved a little closer and asked.
“I
tore up everything in my knee,” was her reply. We chatted for a
minute about recovery and laughed over her success in getting her
jeans on this morning so she could come to church. The moment passed
and the church service continued, but I likewise continued to gaze
around me. I was suddenly astonished at what I saw. Seated a
few rows in front of the girl was a woman who had her entire right
forearm and wrist wrapped in white gauze, holding it gingerly in
front of her. A man in the next section had a cart beside him holding
his oxygen tank, the tubes from it running into his nose so he could
breathe. To my left was a guy in an arm brace similar to mine who
carried himself in such a way as to suggest it was perhaps shoulder
surgery that required the arm support. One after another I saw people
around me with bandages and wraps, and marveled at what a banged-up
bunch of believers we were that morning! Did I miss the “recently
hospitalized” seating designation in our section perhaps?
Instead
I later realized that God was just trying to make a point,
illustrating it in a way I would understand. My attention was drawn
to these people in particular because we had a common condition that
I could understand and relate to. But truly everybody in that building came in with
wounds they are in the process of recovering from, because all of us have
experienced trouble to some degree. Some have physical wounds like
the one s that were so visible to me, but probably most carried hurts
on the inside where they are less obvious but equally painful. For some the pain is
still fresh, the hurt intense, while others are moving along well in
recovery and still others have only the scars to show what they've
been through. The point is that we have a common cause that unites us
and gives purpose to our days as we strive to help and encourage each
other on our way through this life.
Normally
I find it difficult to talk to people I don't know, but the sight of
that familiar hinged brace on the girl's leg propelled me to overcome
my timidity and address her. That same morning I was coming out of
the restroom when another woman spotted my arm brace as she was
coming in. “I wore one of those! What did you do to your arm?”
She went on to tell me that she had done the exact same thing and
that she had made it through and was now fully functional back on her
job, words I needed to hear at a time when I was wondering if
complete recuperation was possible. Her encouragement made a big
difference to me that day.
Time
after time, complete strangers have seen my brace and asked me about
my arm, and I have appreciated their interest and concern. Yet God's
concern is for those who are struggling with the less visible
injuries; He desires that we become more diligent in looking for
signs of suffering and reach out to those we can relate to based on
what we ourselves have gone through. It's how the addicts among us
find recovery, the lonely find fellowship, the confused find
direction...the lost get found. If we carry Jesus in our hearts, we
have the Answer that somebody else needs, if we just took the time to
notice the question in their eyes.
“...He comes
alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it,
he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times
so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for
us...”
(1 Corinthians 2:4 MSG)
I like how you worded that last sentence. Too often, I don't take the time I should to take notice of the needs of others. I allow my introverted tendencies to take over. I do need to break through the shell and reach out to others more often. Great message!
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