I dreamed I got shot last night. (Perhaps one should not watch a graphic documentary on the Vietnam conflict immediately before bed.)
I laid there completely weak and unable to move. All I could say was, I’ve been hit. Someone covered me with a blanket, and I remember waiting for an ambulance.
We take real hits in life.
One phone call that changes everything. An unexpected bill. A betrayal.
Some people say Christianity is a crutch, but I’ve often thought -no. It’s no crutch. It’s a gurney. People who can stand up and bear weight on their own don’t need Jesus.
Being a disciple of Christ is for people who are flat on their backs and who can do nothing to help themselves except to whisper a weak, God, help me!
In Psalm 50:15 God says:
Call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor me.
There are so many times when all we can do is to call out to God as medic. He stands ready to rescue every time, on the field.
So can you do life on your own, or do you desperately need help?