As an undergraduate at ACU I discovered an unexpected enthusiasm for my studies of the Old Testament and the Hebrew language.
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As an undergraduate at ACU I discovered an unexpected enthusiasm for my studies of the Old Testament and the Hebrew language.
We now pause to bring you a word from our sponsor, the one who makes our story possible: Pain.
With a diagnosis of CRPS my best hope was physical therapy, where I would learn the true meaning of the cliché “No pain, No gain.”
Not much is fair about chronic pain, least of all sucker-punches that hit without warning: a new development after my second surgery.
By the time I went into surgery on July 19th (2007), I had completed my trips to San Antonio, Austin, Malibu, and St. Petersburg, Russia.
The first half of the New Year (2007) came with the most exciting and demanding speaking schedule I had ever accepted.
With my diagnosis from Dr. C— in hand, I picked up my useless left shoe, replaced by the big black walking boot.
I’m convinced that God was the first to flinch, the first to feel pain, while it took some time before humans had a clue what they had done to themselves and their world.
As I lay motionless on the emergency room bed, unable to feel a thing from my toes to my shoulders, it suddenly occurred to me that we might have a problem.
A day will come when the burden will be lifted. In a flash the situation will improve, and I will feel joy. Or perhaps the situation will improve gradually, and I will feel my steps growing lighter and easier.
May we recognize that our futures are in God’s hands, being reminded that God has been there in the past, is here now, and will be there in the future.
I wrote the following prayer a couple of years ago when asked to give a blessing over students entering the final program years of their degree at ACU.
Lord, a little hope is a good thing,
a little light, a little newness, a little chance.