The Painful “Presents” of Weakness
It was a beautiful Saturday back at the end of September. Stephanie and I had two young believers (including Alex, one of the new converts from my last newsletter) who were spending the day at our house bombarding us with questions about faith, theology, and how to be a follower of Jesus. We had stepped out onto our back deck to take a break and to enjoy the fall sunshine. As we all walked around, I took a normal, innocent, innocuous step off of the sidewalk, and suddenly there was a loud, unmistakable “SNAP!” Stephanie, who was about fifteen feet away, said, “What was that,” but I couldn’t answer. Because I had collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain.