It started with the greatest of expectations, but one wrong turn changed all that. My 7 year old son was riding his bike a little too fast, tried to turn a little too sharp, and ended up with two broken bones in his right leg. I arrived home just a few minutes after the crash expecting to spend a few hours at home before heading back to church in preparation for our Good Friday activities at Life Church. Instead it was off to Olathe Medical Center, then to Children’s Mercy to see a specialist. We were there for several hours, and didn’t get home until about midnight. We spent Good Friday in the ER at Children’s Mercy.
It’s tough watching your kids suffer! I just wanted to make everything better. I wanted to take away his pain. I wanted to fix it! I’ve suffered a few broken bones in my day, and I know how it feels. I remember thinking, “I wish it was my leg that was broken rather than his.” That is when it hit me that it was Good Friday. The day we remember how God endured pain and death on our behalf. I didn’t have much time to reflect on it then as I had a job to do, “just be daddy”. Now that I’ve had some time to reflect on that night, I think I understand God’s love for us just a little bit more than I did before.
Levi’s leg is set and he is on the road to recovery, but I have a new insight into God’s “Father Heart” toward us.
Isa 53:4-6 NKJV
4 Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
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