I slept in my own bed on Saturday night which made me feel a little better on Sunday morning. Getting ready for church was a challenge but not too bad. I took a bath the night before with my left hanging outside the tub so I didn’t have too much to do to get ready in the morning except brush my teeth and get on my clothes.
As God’s providence would have it, I had no responsibilities on Sunday, either in the service or in Sunday School, for the first time in probably a year. Thus, once I got to my seat in church, I was pretty much set for the services.
A number of people came over to me to find out what happened. I relayed the story at least twenty times and doctored it with falsehoods and exaggerations occasionally to make it more exciting. “Yeah, I was in taekwondo doing an axe kick with the back of my leg through four cinder blocks. Unfortunately I only made it through three of them.” That certainly sounded more interesting than “Yeah, I wasn’t really doing anything in taekwondo except getting ready to jump.”
Being in church was an encouragement. The singing was refreshing and the baptisms during the service were great to hear and watch. Receiving so many well wishes, prayers, jokes, hugs, and handshakes reminded me how blessed I was to be at Sayre Woods. One of the best greetings of the day came from a friend of mine who said, “Hey, we are getting ready to do the Christmas Carol at church. Would you be Tiny Tim?”
At home, it was back to the couch, answering emails, reading books, talking on the phone, and watching football on TV. The day went by pretty quickly and was probably the most relaxing day that I had had in several months. And since I couldn’t do much, I didn’t feel guilty for not doing much.
Perhaps the Achilles rupture was God’s way of slowing me down.
