They intended to shame me by reciting the tired old line that I used Jesus as a crutch. Looking back 48 years later, I wish I’d pointed out the rather ironic (and actually humorous) detail that I physically depend on a wheelchair. I mean, a mere crutch doesn’t demand nearly as much reliance as a wheelchair!

Furthermore, I feel no shame for needing a wheelchair, nor should I. Instead, I feel gratitude that I live in a time and place that allows me to have a power wheelchair. My wheelchair helps me get around the apartment, travel between Adult Sunday School and church services, and roam around downtown Boston. Crutches and wheelchairs provide marvelous freedom to people who would otherwise be bedridden.

My high school friends didn’t understand that I need Jesus even more than I need my wheelchair. Sin  cripples every aspect of my life, preventing me from honoring the Lord as fully as He deserves. So I gladly depend on Him, ashamed of my sin but eternally grateful that He stands close to hold me up.

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