All day long, I’ve been thinking about another Tuesday, fifteen years ago. It was also a beautiful, bright sunshiny day. We’d had a string of them, making for a particularly warm harvest season. I went to work in a happy-go-lucky mood, eliciting a response from Mr. D, the smart alek business teacher. I just couldn’t help it and, apparently, neither could he.
I can describe exactly what I wore that day. I know where I was when I got the call. “There’s been an accident.”
I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand!
Someone picked me up and took me to the hospital. Within 24 hours the situation went from serious to critical. He was airlifted and spent the next week in intensive care, intubated, in an induced coma. He was not expected to live. Every doctor said, “If you know how to pray, you better pray.”
That he did live — and heal completely — is a testimony to God’s faithfulness. Maybe, just perhaps, one man’s stubbornness played a role, too? The story deserves more than this post. But for now, let’s just say today is not just another Tuesday. It’s the fifteen-year anniversary of an amazing string of events demonstrating the frailty of man, the fragility of life, and the power and grace of a great God.
It is a great day to be alive!