My friend recently gave me a book by Michael S. Beates called Disability & the Gospel. Although I’m not quite finished reading it, I highly recommend it. Everyone could benefit by reading this book.
Our world and culture cries out for us to highly regard the status symbols of the day: health, wealth, nice car, the popular person. Christ calls us to embrace the lowly, the least of these, the blind, the crippled, the lame…the forgotten ones, the ones we want to overlook or shoo away. But Christ says, “Come to Me.”
When I was in grade school, the teacher wrote this on the board: chURch and asked what it means. I can remember saying, “The church you are.” She said I was close. “You are the church,” she exclaimed. We, the people, are the church. And we all really do need and benefit from one another. When someone with a developmental disability or mental illness comes to church, we must embrace and love them. We actually learn more of His great love as we learn how to best love each and every person.
Jesus says that the purpose of the blindness is to put the work of God on display. This means that for our suffering to have ultimate meaning, God must be supremely valuable to us. More valuable than health and life.†
But what if the intense suffering is happening to your child? Can God really be more valuable to a parent than a healthy child? Can there possibly be purpose to disability?
Listen to the tough policeman explain how his life was forever changed by God – using his adopted son.
Greg Lucas, the policeman, and father of Jake tells the whole story in a new book, †Wrestling with an Angel: A Story of Love, Disablity and the Lessons of Grace.
This touched my life, and was a blessing to me.
It’s the middle of June already.† I set a few goals for the summer and am getting them going.† The garden is planted and we’ve already been eating lettuce, parsley and chives!† Soon, our wild black raspberries will be ready to pick, and some green beans are growing but not ready yet.†† Another goal is to paint the master bedroom.† When we moved into this home over 16 years ago, we saw the dark brown paneling† in the master bedroom and thought, that too, must go…someday.† With the youngest now 15, and our 30th anniversary coming up, I decided this was the year to paint the paneling.
I painted on 2 coats of primer.† That took a bit longer than I thought, but then I only needed to paint one coat of the Couscous color (a soft shade of yellow).† So, the room has a totally new atmosphere and is so much brighter.† I might have 2 of my daughters redecorate using things in the house in the next couple of weeks.† They might need to purchase new curtain rods, though.
Sorting through clothes has been part of the painting project.† I have 4 days before a charity comes to pick up the goods I’m getting ready…5 boxes full and counting.† I did take 2 boxes to a local consignment shop to see if they’d buy anything.† They didn’t, but oh well.† I did try!† We can still get a tax write off for the donations, though.
God is growing me ALOT right now.† It’s painful at times, to grow.† Sometimes it feels like I’m being squished by His big thumb.† But I know deep down in my heart that His ways are not my ways.† His ways are much better, because they are His plan.† He is the awesome Creator.