Psalm 23 has been a personal favourite for many, for centuries. Often it is the only Psalm still sung in some churches. The powerful Scottish-isle-like imagery takes our imaginations through surreal pastures sprinkled with snowy sheep bleating baahs and savouring refreshing waters by the streams. Psalm 23 is, however, not primarily interested in talking about our spiritual road trip. It’s aim is underscored in the first verse, which sets the expectation for the rest of the Psalm in motion:
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Thank you for not aborting
Everyday until his birthday, my son counts down the numbers on the calendar. His excitement knows no bounds. “When is my birthday coming?”, he would ask with bated breath. It seemed as if the only other day that would surpass that excitement in our home was the Lord’s second coming! His 8th birthday was probablyContinue reading “Thank you for not aborting”
Disability is a heart issue
I come from a country where someone sitting on a wheelchair is necessarily perceived as lower than the one standing. Literally, figuarately, socio-economically, whatever. He has no name, no significance, no identity save in that rusty wheelchair. He has already been written off as a loser, unfit for anything good. Some poor soul has to push his wheelchair and his life forward. Therefore ( and therefore ), someone walking by looks down upon him with pity. Poor loser. Almost instantly all of the beholder’s communicative devices begin to shrink and sink low. Eyes droop, smiles dip, heads hang low almost in shame for someone else’s estate.
I know that feeling. I used to do exactly the same. Until God took away a crib and placed a wheelchair into my arms