I have a blog post in mind that I’ve been thinking about since June 17. Things changed on June 18 when I agreed to post An Open Letter To Beth Moore. In the fallout following that post, I wrote articles to address the responses (and vitriol) my co-signers and I received as a result of our questions.
Last week I felt too tired to do the post I’d planned. That, and I just didn’t sense that the timing was quite right. 4th of July was coming, and I wanted to celebrate! I also wanted to caution American readers against incorporating our patriotism into our worship of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Friday I was physically tired as well as uncomfortable in my wheelchair. When I’m not positioned properly, typing is enormously difficult, particularly the intensive typing required when I write a blog post. For me, blogging is highly physical work. I love doing it, mind you, but I often get tired and sore from doing it.
As Michelle Lesley’s timeline of events with Beth Moore shows, Friday and Saturday were very busy days for those of us involved in the Beth Moore saga. Ironically, Beth’s two-sided “explanation” of her views on homosexuality bring me back to the blog post I’ve wanted to write since June 18.
So I went to bed last night looking forward to writing that blog at last.
Then this morning my Personal Care Attendant called out. With me lying helplessly in bed, John frantically started calling our back-ups. We had a 10:30 interview with someone to fill in the next two weekends while my weekend PCA is on vacation. As it ended up, she came and got me out of bed. It went well enough that she stayed to do paperwork for the temporary job. Praise God for His provision!
But by then I’d lost two hours of my day. Doing the article I’d planned was absolutely out of the question. So I have to hope that tomorrow accommodates my plans a bit better.
The heart of man plans his way,
but the Lord establishes his steps. ~~Proverbs 16:9 (ESV)
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Yesterday I read several chapters in Proverbs, carefully noticing all the verses on the sinfulness of anger and being a quarrelsome wife. I know all too well how weak I am in both areas. So I thought I approached them with humility, acknowledging my failures to honor the Lord by controlling my temper and respecting John.
Yeah, well. The wheelchair vendor put John in his new chair a few hours after I read those Scriptures. The new chair has multiple problems — far too many to enumerate here — that seriously impact John’s health. We’re talking life-threatening issues.
To make matters worse, his current wheelchair Continue reading
Like most physically disabled Christians, I’d be quite wealthy if I had a nickel for every time someone quoted the closing phrase of Isaiah 53:5 and/or the last sentence of 1 Peter 2:24 as proof texts that I should get out of my wheelchair and start walking. Usually, the people misquoting these verses implied (whether intentionally or unintentionally) that I failed to appropriate an immediate benefit of Christ’s work on the cross.
Looking back, I can easily see the spiritual abuse I endured because people misapplied the phrase, “By His wounds we are healed.” I doubt anyone actually meant to be abusive toward me, and I hasten to defend their motives. Nevertheless, they most certainly stand guilty of Continue reading
Life has definitely not been fun as John and I face the increasing limitations of a) being over 60, b) being severely disabled, c) uncooperative finances and d) living in a culture that grows more hostile to the Gospel by the day.
The first two circumstances, as you might expect, Continue reading
How many blog posts have I written piously declaring that life is about God’s glory rather than about what He can do on our behalf? How many times have I insisted He created us for His purposes, not so that we can treat Him like a cosmic Butler Who exists to attend our every want?
Most assuredly, Christian bloggers run the risk of being gigantic hypocrites. Apparently, this little blogger isn’t immune from that risk.
Life at the Kespert household has been inundated with serious trials and pesky frustrations over the past six months, with very few good days mixed in. Lately I’ve been praying for just one week without trials. But crossing that threshold from 64 to 65 has convinced me that Continue reading
How I see myself
Forgetting the previous year’s experience, I’d enter the Physical Therapy room at Marindale School for the Orthopedically Handicapped looking forward to watching a movie all about me.* But the black and white child projected on the screen was a monster who exhibited jerky, uncontrolled movements and a grotesque spinal curvature. My therapist pointed to the screen cheerily announcing, “There’s Debbie!”
I wanted to say, “No! That’s not me at all!” Oh, I understood that I’d been born with Cerebral Palsy, and by age 8 I could rattle off my various symptoms. I knew about tonic neck reflex, involuntary movement and athetosis better than most adults, and I knew my physical limitations quite well. But I’m sorry: That horrible creature galloping sloppily across that home movie screen simply wasn’t me!
I learned to Continue reading
Eight weeks ago, I turned 65. Almost on cue, my aches and pains accelerated and circumstances limited my recreational opportunities (New England, of all places, bypassed Fall this year, with winter beginning immediately after my birthday).
And I’ve been complaining. A lot!
Okay, so I don’t like my present circumstances. I feel cheated by a hot, rainy summer followed by a cold, rainy October and a rainy, snowy November that kept me from going to Boston more than a handful of times. And I’m decidedly displeased that I rarely feel well physically. I keep remembering my mother-in-law looking me in the eye one afternoon and Continue reading