On Grace. And Accessibility. (Part 2 of 2)

Well I finally did it. After three years of using this thing, I capsized my wheelchair; with me in it.
I was coming home from a routine trip to the store. The roads have still not been cleared very well from the snow and I have to take a run for it up onto the sidewalk in order to get into the house. I have done this a few times before so I wasn’t worried about it. So I put the pedal down so to speak, headed to the sidewalk, and the snow drew me off to the right. Before I knew it, I was lying on the snowy pavement with the wheelchair beside me. I had managed to get on the sidewalk but as soon as I got on I fell off the curb and the whole thing went sideways.
I didn’t have much time to assess my situation before people started showing up. I must have been quite the site. The first thing people asked was if I was OK. The interesting thing was I felt totally fine. In scanning through my body I didn’t think I had hurt anything, thank God.
I did assume however that I had sustained a ton of damage to my chair.
But before I could dwell on that much longer, there seemed to be a dozen or so people all around me. That in and of itself was kind of weird because I was on a little side street just in front of my house. There’s really not much traffic there usually but all of a sudden all these people were there.
I kind of felt like it was a God thing.
Like it was a grace thing.
And everyone wanted to help. So once I assured everyone that I was OK, we then got to work in getting me back on the chair.
Even though I was the one on the street lying in the snow, I felt my need to control things kick in and I steered the way forward in terms of what we should do. Everyone picked up my chair first. Then some strong people picked me up and placed me on the chair. Once I got myself straightened out, I felt much better. And in trying out the different controls on the chair, it was clear that I hadn’t sustained any damage there either.
I said thank you to everyone profusely, a couple of people came the rest of the way with me into the back door, I thanked them to no end, and I was in the house just like nothing ever happened.
When I caught my breath and thought over what had just happened, I kind of felt lucky. I’m not quick to theologize things, but this really did feel like a God moment to me. Where did all those people come from so quickly? And how could they all be so nice?
I had just experienced grace.
Undeserved grace.
Amazing grace.
I had fallen off the curb of a sidewalk, had a 400 pound wheelchair fall with me, I ended up lying in the middle of a snow packed street, and came away with no injuries or broken chair stuff.
Is that not some kind of miracle even?
I am studying the transformative dynamics of grace in a class I am taking. And I have to say I really am getting some good things out of it. But nothing says grace to me as much as experiencing it firsthand.
And on Sunday afternoon, I got another huge wallop of it.
How much more can I ask for?
Prayer
God of miracles
Thank you for your grace.
Thank you for your undeserved grace.
Thank you for your overwhelming grace.
I love studying and reading about grace.
But much more importantly I am incredibly thankful to experience it when I least expect it.
That’s grace in ways that academia could never articulate.
So thank you for once again teaching me a lesson that I could never learn in the classroom.
Thank you for once again teaching me a lesson that I could have never learned in a church pew listening to a sermon.
Thank you for your amazing grace.
Amen

3 thoughts on “On Grace. And Accessibility. (Part 2 of 2)”

  1. Vania Willik De Freitas

    We were designed by the Giver of Grace to be in community. We often comment that “it takes a village to raise a child” but the reality is that we all need a village, not just kids. I guess we are God’s kids so… lol, I just had a picture of God looking at Jesus and the Holy Spirit saying “It takes a village to raise a child!” I think that says enough! Thanks for sharing your blessing.

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