06/22/2024
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL---SUFFERING----Joni Erickson told of the day she became paralyzed in a diving accident. It left her a quadriplegic. Before her accident, she participated in a Young Life group where they often sang the old hymns that are gradually fading from our memories. Shortly after her tragic injury, she was lying in her hospital bed unable to move. Everyone had left. She spoke of how she felt overwhelmed, distraught, helpless and alone.
That night, a high school classmate hid behind a couch in the hospital waiting room so she could stay after visiting hours. She then crawled on her hands and knees to avoid being seen by the nurses at their station and sneaked into Joni's room. She popped up beside her bed at Joni's most distressed moment. Joni whispered, "You're going to get into big trouble if they find you here."
Her friend lowered the rail of Joni's bed and crawled in beside her paralyzed friend. As she lay there she began to sing, "Man of sorrows, what a name, for the Son of God who came..." Joni said, "That wonderful hymn, sung by my friend at that moment, brought incredible comfort to me when I needed it most. I was reminded that Jesus understood. On that cross, He too was unable to move."
Then Joni added, "Recently we had a high school reunion and I was disappointed that my friend was not present. I learned that she didn't make it because her son had committed su***de. I called her and said, 'If I could stand, I would be there and crawl into bed with you.'" Then, over the phone, Joni began to sing, "Man of sorrows, what a name, for the Son of God who came..."
That familiar song bridged a gap of time and miles and brought much-needed comfort to her deeply hurting friend. May the words of that beautiful spiritual song do the same for us now. "Man of sorrows, what a name, for the Son of God who came, ruined sinners to reclaim, Hallelujah, what a Savior!"
Keep looking heavenward!
Steven Clark Goad