Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Wednesday (1/22/2014)

Update:

Yesterday, I had breakfast, did my exercises, then took a shower and dressed for going out after lunch.  I got a ride to my office at 1:30 p.m.  I got a lot done at work: a number of get well/praying for you cards written, completed the marriage certificate for Tyler and Hannah’s wedding and got that mailed; got three letters written, made good progress in preparing for Sunday’s message.  Sent a number of emails and answered a few back.  I sorted some mail.  All in all it was a pretty normal day at the office, which in itself is pretty amazing.  After about 3½ hours, I went into the Student Ministry room and laid down on a couch for thirty minutes to relive the ache in my hip joint (probably the wrong use of the word “laid”—but you know what I mean).  I made a number of phone calls while I was stretched out.

My wife, Karen, came and picked me up about 6 p.m. and we went into Eau Claire to do some grocery shopping.  While we were there we grabbed dinner.  By the time we got home and unloaded it was 9 p.m.   While I was more than ready for bed, I was amazed at how my strength and endurance have been returning.  A few weeks ago, I would have been totally wiped out by my day—now, not so much.

The chairman of the Elders wasn’t feeling up to meeting, so the rest of us met at my house this morning.  That meeting took up most of the morning.  I had to wait to get my first set of exercises done until after lunch.   Besides this meeting, I attended the Church Council meeting Monday night.  It has been awhile since I’ve attended any church meetings.  I am just now feeling like I can contribute something by attending.  I am very thankful for the good group of leaders that I have at the church.  They have kept things going without a hitch despite my absence.  A few things had been put aside until my return, but overall things kept going well

I’m heading to the Fire Department in Altoona this evening for recertification in CPR/AED.  I won’t be able to get and kneel on the floor to do the compressions, but I was assured that we could work something out so I can stay current.  Maybe they’ll put the dummy up on a table where I can stand on one leg and demonstrate the skills.  I just imagined that might lead to me boasting, “Well that’s so simple—I can do it standing on one leg!” My daughter, Kate, is taking me to drop me off at the FD; I’ll probably try to get one of the firefighters or police officer to give me a ride home.

Thought for the Day:

One of the weird things about being in a wheelchair for the last seven weeks is how my perspective has changed.  Being only about three feet off the floor while seated makes countertops look high, upper cabinets out of reach, and people like giants (I look up to everyone now).  I’ve started standing for a couple of minutes every hour or so to stretch my hip joint out and things look SO very different from that height.  It’s not normal to me anymore.  In just those few short weeks, my whole perspective of what is normal has been altered.  I stood up for a couple minutes at a meeting two nights ago and those attending mentioned how strange it was to see me standing, even momentarily.  So their perception of me has changed in that time as well.

How you look at things really makes a big difference.  This last fall, my son, Jonathan, was working on his old 1993 Honda.  He wanted to change the brake pads on the rear end.  It seemed like that for every piece that he removed another piece broke.  Instead of getting closer to being done, the project kept growing and growing.  Eventually after several trips to the auto parts store and many hours of labor later, the car was repaired.  Jon enjoyed the process of doing it himself.  Everything that went wrong, Jon saw as an opportunity to learn more about the car and how to fix it.  Me, I would have gone nuts with frustration!  “I only wanted to fix the car, not rebuild the whole rear end!”  My wife thinks that I am loony for sitting outside in the cold for hours to deer hunt—and don’t even talk about sitting out on a bucket on a frozen lake ice fishing!  She finds doing plays relaxing; I wouldn’t put up with all the late nights and lack of sleep during tech week. 

Your perspective flavors how you interpret different events in your life.  When I was a kid it seemed like summer lasted FOREVER; now if I think that I have all summer to get a project done, “that’s not much time” because it seems to go by so fast.  Any event in our life can be seen from various perspectives.  We might naturally look at that event from a perspective that casts it into a negative light.  But seen from a different perspective it transforms it into a positive. 

When I found out that my next appointment with the surgeon was set back two additional weeks—I viewed that as a very negative event and was upset by the extra delay.  From my perspective, it is so far away.  My wife likened it to the way a kid views that Christmas is still two weeks away—an eternity!  When I stop to think about it, what is another two weeks?  I’ve already been alive about 2,925 weeks; two more weeks is a tiny percentage of my entire life.  In the grand scheme of things, it is nothing; a mere drop in the bucket.  With a little work I can re-calibrate my thinking to accept that perspective as my primary outlook.  I don’t want to; but for sanity sake, I’ve got to.  It takes some mental effort to keep that perspective in place at first, but over time it becomes more natural.

Things that you can change--go ahead and change.  Those things that cannot be changed; seek to accept them or work around them but don’t let them eat you alive.  Your thoughts can give you ulcers if you are constantly upset and stressed.  Instead do what you are able to relieve that stress and relax.


So what is bothering you?  What are you looking at that has your emotions rolling?  What is challenging your peace and sanity?  Why don’t you stop and see if you can re-calibrate your perspective.  Give yourself the gift of peace.  You’ll have to actively take control of your thoughts at times and choose not to dwell on certain things; but you have a choice.  It is possible.  It’s worth a try.  Do it for yourself and for those around you.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

My Story (short VIDEO version)

Here is a 13 1/2 minute long version of the story of my amputation and my continued faith in God.


Tuesday (1/21/2014)

Update:

I certainly didn’t get as much done as I hoped to yesterday.  The hours seem to fly by and I am always amazed at how much I have left that I wanted to accomplish.  I mean that kind of thing happened before my amputation, but being in the wheelchair seems to have exasperated the problem. 

Karen made a delicious dinner for us last night: meatloaf, butternut squash, green beans and mock mashed potatoes.  In the past I didn’t care for leftovers; maybe one additional meal was okay, but not beyond that.  Now being at home and having to get my own lunch; and most of the easy stuff like pizza is off the menu--I think leftovers are grand!  I still have my limits, but I am much more open to them than I use to be.   

I found out that my surgeon had to cancel my next appointment.  The next available date that works for us is two weeks later.  So now instead of waiting for February 10th, it’s February 24th.  I have to have his approval before I am released to begin preparing the stump for my prosthesis.  Everything gets pushed back a couple more weeks now.   I can identify with Luke Skywalker whining to his Uncle Ben when Luke is told that he has to stay home longer to help do chores, “it’s just one more season”.   “It’s a whole another year!”   It is amazing to me how difficult that extra waiting seems.  I want to move forward.  I want to regain more independence. 

The hardest part of this whole thing has been the mental game of remaining at peace.  I will tell you that my contentment level took a plunge when I got the news yesterday about the appointment being moved back.  I know in my head that it will be okay; but emotionally I was spinning.  As I write this on Tuesday morning, I’ve pretty well got my head wrapped around the new date and have regained my balance again.  One of the things that has been driving my desire to get walking is that there is a Police Chaplains’ Conference in southern Wisconsin that I have been wanting to attend for several years that happens this March (normally it’s held in Ohio).  With each delay I just see that opportunity slipping away.  Partially it is just really bad timing.  Oh well. I’ve got to let go and move on.  If it works out; it works out.  If it doesn’t; the world won’t stop revolving around the sun—so it isn’t the end of the world. 

My son, Joshua, and I recorded a new shorter version (13½ minutes) of my story/testimony.   Here is the address to find the video: http://youtu.be/nP33HZ4QXbc

Today, my plan is to go to my office at church for the afternoon to work.  I’ve got to get going on Sunday’s message.  I have a general idea of what I will be preaching on over the next couple of months, but I have to work out the details then actually get going on this week’s message.  Karen will pick me up about 5:45 p.m. and we’ll head to Eau Claire to have dinner together and do the grocery shopping for the week.  Sort of like a date night for older people!

Thought for the Day:

The Old Testament tells the account of the people of Israel being set free from bondage in Egypt.  But the quickly forget what God has done to rescue them.  When Moses returned from receiving the Ten Commandments from God on Mount Sinai, he found the camp in chaos.  As Max Lucado says, “Moses found them dancing around a golden calf, their memories of God as stale as yesterday’s manna” [It’s Not About Me: Rescue from the Life We Thought Would Make Us Happy]. 

Moses was in despair over the struggles of leading this obstinate, ungrateful people.  He knew that he would never manage to lead this group without assistance.  So Moses asked God to be with him from start to finish; to be his constant companion and guide.  Moses wanted and needed someone stronger than himself to lean upon; to help him make it through each day’s troubles.  Here’s God’s answer to that prayer:

Exodus 33:14   The LORD replied, "My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest."

The Message paraphrase of that verse is “My presence will go with you.  I’ll see the journey to the end.”

God promises Moses that “I will be with you every step of the way.”

I am grateful that through the process of my amputation and recovery that I have a wife who loves me.  She vowed to be with me “for better or for worse, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health.”  And I could add “in sanguine or in melancholy” because by personality we are such different people with different perspectives and needs.  I have a solid, dependable rock to lean up and rely upon.  But sometimes even she isn’t enough.  I need something more to calm my spirit or to help me through the anxious moments when she is not available or incapable of meeting my current need.  I am not suggesting that she isn’t giving 110%; she is giving that and more!  But sometimes that isn’t enough.  What can I do in those times?  I turn to God.

I take His promise to “never leave me or forsake me” (Hebrews 13:5) to heart.  I believe it when He says that He will go with me and see me to the end of the journey.  No matter what I go through, I am assured that He will be with me every step of the way.  Without His support, I don’t know if I would have the strength and the courage to continue to take the next step.  So I have my wife on one side and the Lord God on the other side, holding me up and helping me continue on this journey.

Who do you have in your life to lean upon; to rely upon?  You’ll reach a point in your life when you will need all the help you can get.  Don’t wait to call out to God when you are in crisis.  Call upon Him now and begin to get to know Him.  No matter what you go through, He’ll walk right along beside you every step of the way.  Just ask Him.

“Footprints in the Sand” by Mary Stevenson

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
‘You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?’
The Lord replied,
‘The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.’



Monday, January 20, 2014

Monday (1/20/2014)

Update:

On Saturday (1/18) I performed Tyler and Hannah’s wedding.  It was different being in a wheelchair.  Tyler and Hannah didn’t care—they only had eyes for each other.  After the ceremony while they were taking pictures, I ended up lying down on a pew.  After sitting in the wheelchair with my leg extended for a few hours, my left hip starts to ache.  Stretching it out feels so good!  After dinner, I was tired so Karen and I slipped out of the reception and headed home (one hour drive). Nobody cares if you leave early when you are handicapped.  It was good to get home.  I did my exercises and read in bed relaxing for a while before bed.


I got a good night’s sleep and headed to church on Sunday morning.  We decided to serve communion.  This was the first time I’ve led communion since my amputation.  Normally I stand and pick up the trays, pivot 180 degrees and then distribute the trays to those who will be serving the elements.  That’s currently impossible for me, so I sat next to the table and had one of the servers distribute the trays.  It worked but felt weird to me.  After doing it the same way for 25 years, it is strange to begin a new way to do it.

Ruth was home from Chicago to sing at Tyler and Hannah’s wedding.  I was feeling strong enough, so we invited all the kids to join us for lunch at HuHot.  I loaded my own bowl, but it was odd doing it sitting down, everything looks much different from that angle.  The signs on the buffet are definitely not designed for someone in a wheelchair to read.  My son, Joshua, helped carry my overflowing bowl to the grill.  After lunch I asked to be dropped off at the office supply to pick up a few things, then wheeled myself down to the Books-A-Million bookstore to wait for Karen to pick me up.  The bookstore doors are pretty massive, I was thankful for the guy who assisted me through the doors.  I did have one guy purposely ignore me in the stacks when I was trying to get by him.  I finally backed up and went around entering the stack from the far end.  I figure he probably doesn’t like the Munchkins in the Wizard of Oz either! 

One of the things that I have found is how much more energy it takes to use a wheelchair on carpeting compared to a tile floor.  It doesn’t have to be deep carpeting to make a huge difference in the amount of oomph that it takes to move across the store.  Something I never thought when I had two legs. 

All the activity was enjoyable and I liked it, but it drained me physically.  Back at home I fell asleep during the playoff games and woke up refreshed.   I had taken my glasses off while I was falling asleep.  When I woke up I couldn’t find them.  Nowhere to be found!  It took me over 15 minutes of searching to realize that they had fallen behind the recliner I was sleeping in.  Karen was taking a well-earned nap and I chose not to wake her.  It took me about 10 minutes of extra effort to get the recliner pulled out, grab the classes and then push the recliner back into place.  Oh for fun!  That recliner was hard to move when I had two legs, I really got my workout doing it in a wheelchair.

I don’t have any doctor appointments today (Monday) so it will a more restful day off.  I do have a meeting to attend at church tonight, but that is the only thing on the schedule.  I’ll probably use the time to fill out a LONG form for a doctor appointment on next Monday; work at creating an Excel spreadsheet to track my blood sugar and insulin usage; get the certificate of marriage ready to mail back to the County Clerk’s office; and write a few thank you notes.

Thought for the Day: 

Proverbs 17:3 The crucible is for silver, and the furnace is for gold, and the LORD tests hearts.

A crucible is a container for melting something; but the dictionary also includes this secondary meaning of the word: “a place or set of circumstances where people or things are subjected to forces that test them and often make them change.”

Os Hillman says this about Proverb 17:3, “This proverb describes one of God's strangest mysteries. It is a description of God's formula to refine the human heart in order to bring out its finest qualities. The significant leaders who make the greatest mark for the Kingdom had to experience their own crucible and fire. Without it, the dross can never be removed from the human heart. Without it, the encumbrances weigh us down. God understands the human heart. He understands that for us to become all that He hopes for us, there are seasons of fire. Joseph went through many tests. Succeeding in the test qualified him for greater responsibility.  The greater the use in the Kingdom the greater the crucible to prepare the right foundation.”   [Os Hillman in his daily email TGIF (Today God Is First) for 1/19/2014]

Hillman spoke of the crucible in a religious context, but I also believe there is a testing and refining process that all of us go through in life.

Have you been through a crucible experience?  Something that has tested and tried you?  Maybe yours was something physical like an illness, disease, or the death of a loved one.  It could be something that hits us on an emotional level like being fired, or having your spouse divorce and leave you.  Sometimes it may be something “relatively” simple like being asked to help a friend cheat on a test, or being asked to lie to provide an alibi for a buddy.  Even good things like getting married will test and refine us as we learn to focus attention on someone other than ourselves and our own ideas. 

How will you respond?  Will you act with integrity or will you cave in to pressure?  Crucibles often feel like a “no win” situation.  The pressure is great.  The stakes are high. The odds seem stacked against you.  It’s no fun to be refined by the fire.  It is easy to get frustrated, mad, or be filled with despair when faced with it.  Change is always difficult especially if you can’t see where things are headed.  

Our goal in any test or trial should be to act with integrity.  Integrity is acting the same way when no one is looking.  I saw a news report of a young man working at a Dairy Queen who was serving a blind person.  His customer was unaware that he dropped a $20 on the floor; but the lady in line behind him saw and quickly picked it up and stuck it in her purse.  The young manager demanded that she give the money back.  When she refused, the manager refused to serve her and told her to leave the store.  He then went and gave the blind man a $20 out of his own pocket.  He acted with integrity; the lady did not.  So when faced with adversity, who do you want to be?  The hero or the goat?  Will you do the right thing or take the easy way out?  Will you stand up for what’s right or will you idly stand by and do nothing?

There will be times when we are tested that we will fail.  Then it is time to get up, dust ourselves off, and start all over again.  True failure only happens when we quit and give up; everything else is merely a temporary setback.  No one is 100%.  We’re looking at how you responded over the course of your lifetime; not just a one-time event.

Refining is a process.  Refining does not happen overnight.  It takes time to remove the impurities from metal so that it is stronger and more pure.  So when you are faced with trials and difficulties, face them with a sense of gladness, knowing that in the end they will only make you a stronger, better person if you will let them.

Psalm 66:10  “For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver.”

Isaiah 48:10   "Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.”

1 Peter 4:12   “Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you.”



Saturday, January 18, 2014

Saturday (1/18/2014)

Update:
Tyler and Hannah’s wedding is today.  The rehearsal went well and now today is the day!  Pray for us all as I perform the ceremony and as they begin life together as man and wife.  My wife, Karen, is going with me.  My daughters, Kate and Ruth, are playing music during the wedding.    I have just a few changes in my wedding notes to make and then practice going over my lines and I am ready for the service.



This morning I got up and thought I should figure out which suit works best in a wheelchair before the rush of getting dressed and leaving for the church (Hannah’s home church in Sand Creek, WI).  My best suit is tailored for standing—not sitting; it’s too tight to sit long periods of time and too restricting in the arms.  My other suit is missing the pants!!??!  I looked through my closet and cannot find them.  So I thought, I’ll just wear my black dress pants and it will be close enough—no one will notice.  I can’t find those pants either!!  What is going on?  Is it because now I don’t have to worry if the washer/dryer eats one of my socks that they are now eating pants instead?  I cannot get up to my old bedroom upstairs to check that closet or go downstairs to root around in the laundry to find anything.  Karen is gone to work and not due back until it is time to leave.   Aargh!  {Note: Just got off the phone with Karen, she is able to come home a bit early, so hopefully we can find a pair of the missing pants and still make it to the church on time.}
I had a bolt on my wheelchair that was irritating my right leg.  I noticed that it actually broke the skin on my calf so I decided to fix it with Duck Tape (brand name).  Karen found a roll for me and I did a great job and made it look sharp.  Then I discovered that I had tape wrapped where the leg attachments go, so they wouldn’t attach to the chair.  So I had to rip the tape off.  I broke a fingernail trying to pick the tape loose (since the surgery, my nails are brittle and tend to crack and break easily).  Oww!  I finally got the bolts covered and the leg attachments on.  I don’t think it looks as nice, but it is functional and probably no one will ever notice, unless I mention it in an update or something.  J

Thought for the Day:

There are days when I just don’t think I have what it takes to get through the day.  Ever have a day like that?  Sometimes we can dig deep down inside of us and find enough strength to barely get by.  And sometimes we find that the well is dry and it just isn’t going to be enough. We may turn to our spouse or rely upon a friend; but eventually there will be a time when no one is around or available to help.  Where do we turn then? 

I am thankful that God offers Himself as our support.  I am especially thinking of those times when my need is more emotional or mental; but even in a physical crisis God can give me a peace to calm my soul; the courage to face the challenge; or the strength to carry on.  God will make a way for us.  The road might not be as smooth and easy as we may have wanted; but He will supply.

2 Corinthians 12:9   “But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.”

2 Corinthians 9:8   “And God is able to make all grace abound to you, that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every good deed;”

Philippians 4:19  “And my God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.”

Whenever you face a challenge that you think is beyond you, call on Him and He will answer.  As a parent of a small child, have you ever not responded to the cry for help from your child?   Our Heavenly Father is no different. 

The crises that come into our lives like a storm, that threatens to sink us, should cause us to call upon Him for rescue.   There may be some storms in our lives that we can weather on our own; but there is no shame when we reach that point where we have to turn to Him for help.   It is actually kind of sad how long many us of will wait before we turn to God for comfort and support.  Why do we hesitate?  Why do we wait?  The Lord Almighty is standing by waiting for us to call upon Him.

Jeremiah 29:12-14a   “Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.  'And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. And I will be found by you,' declares the LORD” 

Friday, January 17, 2014

Friday (1/17/2014)

Update:

Yesterday afternoon (Thursday) I went to my office to work.  It felt good and natural to be back and working there.  It was a bit frustrating finding things out of reach or impossible to get to—but the overall feeling was great.  After about five hours I was toast and needed to get home for some serious down time; but while I was there I was productive. It is a major production to get to the office and to get back home.  Someone has to take me and then I need someone to bring me home.  With that in mind along with the energy it takes, I think that for right now I will try to work at my office once or twice each week and do the remaining work at home. 

Yesterday someone told me that their doctor said that for every hour you are out under general anesthesia that it takes one month to recover.  If that is true I still have another two months to go.  It also explains why I don’t have the energy that I use to have.  Hearing that actually encourages me because it helps normalize what I am feeling and experiencing. 

As my buddy Mel says, “It is what it is.”  And it is hard. And it is frustrating.  And it is a bummer.  And I want it to be different.  But it is not.  So I will rejoice at each hard gained victory.  I will be happy for each positive step forward.  I will be satisfied with where I am currently at.  I will be content with my current limitations.  For I am alive.  For I have a future.  For there is reason to hope, to rejoice, to laugh, and to enjoy.  My life isn’t perfect; but I CHOOSE to be perfectly content.  I’m not looking back with longing.  I’m not looking forward with frustration.  I am where I am and that is where I need to focus my attention.

I’ve had some interesting dreams the last two nights.  Both dreams were very different; but in both I am walking all around broken terrain.  Then I stop to talk to someone and I look down and see that my leg is amputated.  I don’t have a prosthesis but somehow I was walking normally all over the place with just a stump.  WHAT DOES IT MEAN???  It means I should probably lay off those spicy bedtime snacks!  J 

This afternoon I am going to Tyler and Hannah’s wedding rehearsal.  I am almost finished writing their wedding ceremony.  Tonight we get to see how it flows and where people will stand, etc.  My daughter Kate is picking me up and taking me there tonight.  I’m looking forward to conducting the wedding and glad that I am able to do it at my current level of recovery.

My son, Josh, and I got the video done for the Good News Jail gathering tonight (Friday).  We were able to get it to Chaplain Brian Jahn last night (Thursday) so we all slept better with one less thing to worry about.  It is a 13:30 minute version of my story.  With a little tweaking, I’ll post a copy on FaceBook and my Blog site (stevenhurd.blogspot.com).    Joshua did an excellent job recording and editing it—he makes me look good!

Thought for the Day:

One friend of mine recently commented that I was fortunate to have such a large pool of support to draw upon when I had a need.  My friend felt that most people in need don’t have the resources that I do.  As I thought about it, I think my friend is right. 

I have been very active in my church creating a vast network of current and former attendees.  I have had a chance to serve many of them in some fashion in the past eighteen years.  I am also actively involved in a number of organizations whose members have offered their support.  Both my wife and I are fairly well known in the area, so I have offers of assistance all of the time.  Four of my five adult children live within 10 miles and my wife is a very capable support to me.

But I think that many people, especially those who are more reserved in personality, or who have been cut off from outside activities due to limitations, have relatively few offers of assistance.  Many have very limited family support.  They may only have one or two people that they can call and may feel that they abuse them by calling for assistance so frequently. 

My heart goes out to those who need help but have very few people to call upon.  The picture that I have in my mind is someone ringing for help in the nursing home; but there aren’t enough staff to answer all the calls simultaneously and so a number of people have to LONG wait for assistance.   It might be too late when help finally arrives and it is an embarrassing mess to clean up. 

I am reminded of my mother’s situation a number of years ago.  My father had already died.  Mom had COPD and arthritis.  Over time she became more limited in her ability to care for herself.  I lived 15 hours away and my brother lived about three hours’ drive away.  So we weren’t able to help her on a daily basis.  She had one close friend that she felt comfortable calling upon for assistance.  My brother went down every weekend and spent all Saturday doing errands and helping mom however he could.  But it wasn’t enough; she struggled to remain independent and in the end we had to move her near me so that I could give her more daily assistance.  We hated uprooting her from her home, from her friends, and everything familiar in southern Missouri to move to central Wisconsin where all she knew was me.  I think that she probably did have more people that she could have called upon for help; but she wasn’t comfortable making the call.  So she sat in need. 

From my limited experience, I will say that it can be uncomfortable calling someone for help.  There is the issue of pride on my account as well as my concern about making someone feel guilty if they don’t want to help or are unable to help. 

1 Peter 5:5b   “All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because, ‘God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble and oppressed.’”

As far as the issue of pride, I know that God hates pride and opposes those who are proud so I think I better get over it!  I will try to do anything that I am able to do for myself; but when there is something that I cannot do, there is no shame in needing assistance.  What is harder is to ask for help on things that I can do, but that are wiser to let someone else do.  For instance, I can wheel myself up and down the hallway at church.  But it is carpeted and about the third trip back and forth on Sunday morning—I am out of energy.  It’s better for me to save my energy to preach, teach, or pray for someone.  So I’ve been asking people to push me down the hall.  Eventually I’ll be strong enough for it not to drain me; but for right now, I am asking for help.  But oh my, we have a problem asking for help.

I have come to the conclusion that I cannot worry about whether someone will feel pressured or abused by me asking for their assistance.  I try to ask in such a way that people have the ability to say “No” if they desire; but it isn’t my responsibility to judge whether it is too much to ask.  I want to be sensitive to them; but I am going to ask.  If they say no, then I will look elsewhere for help.  As much as I am able I will spread the work load around; but certain people have a greater desire to serve and help than I suppose.  So by me not asking, I am limiting what they wish they could do for me.  I also try to express my thankfulness for every kindness done towards me.  I don’t want people to think that I am imposing on them and that I am not grateful for their service.

When I was expressing discomfort in asking for help, one of my friends told me this, “Steve, for years you have helped other people, now it is time to allow them to help you.”  I would encourage you while you are strong and able to be a helper and serve other people.  Look around for those who may need some assistance.  Look for people that everyone else seems to overlook.  Take the first step and ask them if you could help them.  Find a need and meet a need.  If they have needs greater than you have the ability to meet, then recruit more help for them.   You never know what a difference you will make in their life. 


Check out Matthew 25:31-45 to see God’s view of helping others in need.    Here is Matthew 25:40   "The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'”

Here are a couple of photos of folks from several churches as well as family and friends helping Mel Jensen who lost the use of both legs this summer:

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Thursday (1/16/2014

Update:

I worked hard on preparing Tyler and Hannah’s wedding ceremony yesterday (Wednesday).  I got most of it done; I hope to finish it up today (Thursday).  The rehearsal is Friday evening and wedding is on Saturday.   I have a lot of other church work to get done (message, annual report) in the next two days besides the wedding; so I hope to finish it quickly. 

I’m struggling to get as much done in a day as I would like.  Everything takes longer than it used to take and takes more energy.  Whew!  It is long road back to recovery and I am obviously not there yet.  It is a bit frustrating to me because I want to be back to “normal” on the workload I can handle.

Besides doing over an hour of exercises each day, I am spending a good portion of time in devotional and inspirational reading.  I’ve got about six books that I am reading a short chapter out of each day, along with reading my bible, to nourish my spirit and help me maintain a positive mental outlook.  It has been working for me and I don’t want to let it slip.  Add that time to extra rest that my body requires right now along with how the simplest tasks takes me twice as long as they use to and my day is filled up fast.  I can look back at the end of the day and not have much I can cross off my “to do” list; but I’m trying and exhausted by the end of the day.

I am taking this out of context, but the message is the same, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak” (Mark 14:38). The bible was talking about temptation leading to sin; I’m using it to say I cannot do everything that I want to do.  I want to do so much more, but right now I just don’t have it to give.  It is strange because in so many ways I feel like I am back to my old self; I desire to get out and go and do; but “my body can’t cash the checks that my mind writes.”  So frustrating!  So I will have to be content with what I can do.  I hope everyone will continue to be patient with me until I get back up to speed.

Thought for the Day:

What about suffering?

Our Western culture’s approach to suffering is to “make the world better, to slowly but surely eliminate suffering right there.” (Timothy Keller, Walking With God Through Pain and Suffering).  We might consider it a worthwhile goal if it was truly possible to achieve.  Our secular mindset sees no benefit to suffering.  It isn’t really even a part of our thinking.  Because in our culture personal pleasure and happiness is the de facto purpose of life, suffering is like an unwanted house guest; someone to remove and have nothing to do with.  Its continued presence in our life makes us uncomfortable because it doesn’t belong. 

We are uncomfortable being around someone who is in pain and suffering.  We want to fix it and remove all trace of discomfort (I am not saying that reduction in pain isn’t a good thing—it’s just not the only thing).  Humanly speaking if there is no purpose for pain, then let’s get rid of it.  Not being able to remove all pain and suffering is a painful reminder that we really aren’t in control.

I’ve talked previously about the fact that happiness is not the primary purpose of life.  While happiness sounds like a worthwhile goal, it is beyond us to achieve.  Ultimately, I personally believe that the purpose of life is to please God and give Him glory.  That is the traditional answer of the Christian church throughout the centuries. 

The first question of the Westminster Shorter Catechism (Protestant) is
Q: What is the chief end of man?
A: Man’s chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever.

 

In the Baltimore Catechism (Roman Catholic) the question is asked this way:

Q: Why did God make us?

A: God made us to show forth His goodness and to share with us His everlasting happiness in heaven.

So why in our Western culture have we made personal happiness the reason and purpose for our life?   We’ve removed God from our lives (or at least pushed Him conveniently into a dark corner) and so what else is there?  Without God, there is no reason to hope for a heaven which is described as a place of joy and happiness.  Even those of us who are religious, we’ve lost so much of our biblical worldview and the concept of looking forward to heaven that in some respects we are no different than the people around us who don’t have any religious faith.  “…the reason for all the emphasis on the here and now of this world is that secularism has no other happiness to offer.  If you can’t find it here, there really is no hope for you” (Timothy Keller, Walking With God Through Pain and Suffering).  As a society we have become naively optimistic about human life assuming that we can fix every wrong and solve every problem; and that we can live our lives pain free without fear of suffering and illness.    

All of this leads us to a self-centered life.  I must do everything that I can to please me and what makes me feel good.  The difficulty is that if every person in the world takes that approach, the world will be utter chaos.  What if an orchestra took that approach?  Each musician tried to make the music showcase him or her?

Max Lucado in his book, “It’s Not About Me: Rescue From the Life We Thought We Would Make Us Happy” describes that scene in this way:  “Can you imagine an orchestra with an ‘It’s all about me’ outlook?  Each artist clamoring for self-expression.  Tubas blasting nonstop.  Percussionists pounding to get attention.  The cellist shoving the flutist out of the center-stage chair.  The trumpeter standing atop the conductor’s stool tooting his horn.  Sheet music disregarded.  Conductor ignored… Harmony? Hardly.  Happiness?”

There would be no happiness in that symphony hall.  Fights would soon break out as people attempted to get their way and achieve their personal goals.  There would be hatred and disharmony.  What a mess!  That is a good picture of our world today; everyone seeking to play their own song and upset that nobody else plays along (or would be quiet and not play their own music). 

What the orchestra needs is to follow a conductor; someone who would help channel their efforts and energy.  By following his guidance, they would work together as a team to create beautiful music instead of noisy chaos.   In this illustration we are the individual musicians and God is the conductor.  The simple truth is that without God, our lives are noisy and a complete disaster (I realize that is overstated—that sometimes we can enjoy a bit of our own music—but overall…).  As we follow God, things become better and more like beautiful music.


I know this post doesn’t solve the problem of evil and suffering.  But my goal today was to help you realize why our culture has the attitude about suffering and pain that it does.  I wish pain and suffering could be eradicated.  But since we live in a world filled with pain and suffering, shouldn’t we learn to deal with it and learn to get any possible benefit from it that we can? Let’s not be like the ostrich pretending that pain and suffering doesn’t exist.