Romans 8:18-25 gives me a lot of hope.
You see, I was born with one hand. Congenital defect. Growing up, there were many things that were difficult to do, or took a long time for me to learn how to do: tying my shoes, braiding hair, riding a bike, etc.
While my family never teased me because of it, and I was in a very caring environment, there was always the thought in my head that I was
different. I couldn't be like other kids if I had tried.
Children with disabilities often swing to one of two extremes: the
I have a disability so I cannot do much and am a victim or the
You think I can't do something but I will prove you wrong. I swung towards the latter. It gave me a lot of independence, but also a lot of pride: Pride that my disability was not holding me down. Pride that I could excel despite my deficiencies.
Coming to Moody has helped me have a balanced view of myself and my disability. Yes, it is good that I have been able to overcome a lot of challenges that I have faced. No, I cannot do everything, and that is okay. Yes, I still need help. No, God is not finished with me yet. I am still waiting for "the redemption of our bodies".
I used to try and convince myself that I would not want to have two hands; that I was already whole. However, that is like boy with a broken leg saying, "No, my leg is just fine. This pain is normal. I do not need to have it set, thank you." It is absolutely ludicrous!
I have realized that there is something so much better waiting for me, that this life is not my ultimate reality. When we accept our present reality as good enough, when we make our home in this world, we cheapen the anticipation of the glory to come. Like someone who is en route to the Bahamas trying to stay in the airport lobby, we have a better future awaiting us. We have Jesus Christ awaiting us! And he is so much better than two hands.