I sometimes wonder how things might be different had God not intervened directly into my life when I was a kid. He reformed the ball and socket joints in my legs. I had a disease called Perthes Disease.
“Legg-Calve-Perthes disease is when the ball of the thighbone in the hip doesn’t get enough blood, causing the bone to die.” – From PubMed Health
My case effected both legs. By the age of 7 the balls in both legs were severely worn away. I wasn’t allowed to take P.E. or do normal things kids do at that age, like ride a bike. From the age of 3 I was taken to the hospital for exams and x-rays regularly. None of the treatments worked. The doctors told my parents they expected me to end up in a wheelchair. They had me wear a brace. With or without it I walked oddly.
In a nutshell, the simple truth is I was prayed for and God healed me. It happened in 1976 at a service in St. Louis, Missouri. When we returned home to Illinois, my parents let my siblings and I destroy the brace.
I didn’t wear the brace to my next check-up a couple of months later. The doctor berated my Dad when he saw I didn’t have it. My Dad told him I was healed. The doctor thought he was nuts… until the x-rays arrived. There’s was nothing he could say. He just looked with amazement. That day I went back to school and was allowed to attend P.E.. In fact, when I got to school late in the morning, my class was in P.E.. They were playing a game that involved running back and forth across the gym. I was so excited, I didn’t look where I was going and ran into a wall. I hurt my arm and was sent home. (-:
This really happened to me. People can believe anything they want about it. They can dismiss my faith for whatever reason they assume. But this can’t be taken away from me. It happened this way and I know it, whether anyone else believes it or not.
Interestingly though, this event in itself is not enough to hold firm my faith in Christ. I could chalk what happened up to mystery easily enough. A lot of unexplained stuff happens in this world. So, time and again, I’ve had to sort through my own intellectual challenges to discern whether or not I’m on the right track. It’s pretty much a non-stop thing to maintain faith. But this event does change my perspective in a way that can’t be undone. It’s impossible for me to say miracles don’t happen. I am certain there is more than meets they eye to our existence. The question I’ve spent my whole life answering is what that “more” is.
I have dug into every issue that has plagued me. I used to run down other people’s issues too, but I gave that up. For some time, I thought that I could help people by somehow debating them into faith in Christ. It wasn’t until I realized that no one comes to Christ that way that I stopped. People find Christ when they seek him. That’s an issue of the heart, not the mind. I find discussion far more beneficial than debate. People have to do their own homework and make up their own minds when it comes down to it.
I have been able to satisfy my mind. It’s required a lot of course corrections. It will continue to require them. But since the vast majority of my friends are atheists, I wonder if I would be too without a little divine intervention? Amazing grace.