What we call irony, God calls timing. It's so easy to look at the intersections of the bizarre happenings of life, the coming-together of seemingly unrelated events, and think, "how ironic". I have no doubt that God patiently smiles as He replies, "no child, not ironic…".
The second reason for the new name and new feel of this slice of internet goodness is related to my physical well being. Many years ago I thought I injured myself while going through some MMA practice exercises. While I was repetitively working on a move, I hit the training floor hard, landing on my right side. The pain was immediate, I felt the sharp stab of injury leave my hips and move throughout my spine and legs. By all observations I had dislocated my hip. Believe me, it was even more painful than it sounds. The physical therapist working with me put me on a steady diet of pain killers, cox 2 inhibiters and exercises for rehabilitation. Over several months it never seemed to get better. After a lot of doctor visits, blood tests, MRIs and bone scans we discovered that I was being affected by an auto-immune disease called Ankylosing Spondylitis. Yep, that's a mouthful, so we just call it AS. You can Google the disease if you want more detail, but I think the bottom line info that would be helpful to know is that it is incredibly painful, my bones are fusing together, and there is no cure.
I suppose that I could write an entire book about the journey of pain, discovery, healing and acceptance that I have gone through over the last six years, but that will be saved for another time, this is just a simple blog post. Let me give you the highlights. For several years I walked with the assistance of canes, and the pain was so bad at times that I could only lay in bed and cry. I begged God to take this from me. Then I came to a point of acceptance, and I made a deal with God: I would stop complaining and begging, and I would NEVER ask him for healing again, but during my prayer time I would instead pray for those around me..my friends, my family, those in my small group, coworkers, bosses, subordinates and neighbors. I felt that it was time for me to quite lamenting my own struggles and instead turn my focus to the struggles of others, lifting them up to God is prayer and thanksgiving.
In my new prayer life I found a great amount of freedom; mostly emotional freedom however, the pain was still there. But I wasn't captive to it anymore. Instead I found myself focusing on others, lifting them up to God. My attitude in life changed a lot, and the pain, although blinding at times, was no longer my greatest focus. God became my greatest focus again, and it felt good.
Now let's really race through something, leaving out a lot of details but getting to the point…after a few months of this, I was at a men's retreat with my former church, Sunset Presbyterian, in Oregon. I skipped an early morning Bible study because I felt the need to pray. So I went into a field by myself and was praying for the men in my small group. God healed me right then and there, and I wasn't asking for it. Yes, it's a longer story than that, but again…it could fill a book.
That was two years ago this weekend. And again this weekend I will be going to the men's retreat with Sunset. Ironically, last weekend I had a terrible flare up of AS for the first time in many months, maybe even the worst since my healing. I was forced to hobble around my house on canes, at least for some of the time. I find this ironic (heheh) because it's just days after I registered the domain name LeadingWithALimp.com. It was a good reminder to me that no matter where I go, no matter what I do, no matter what position of control, power or prestige I may or may not have, I still limp. Sometimes it is physically, sometimes it is emotionally. And I still lead. God has instilled this in me, this unique ability to lead despite my bumps, bruises and limps.
And so my friends, that is why this blog is now called "Leading with a Limp". Grace and peace to you.
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