Achilles Rupture: 5 Years Later

IMG_20141122_084134799[1]On November 21, 2009, I ruptured my Achilles tendon during a taekwondo graduation. I was a 41-year old (thinking that I was a 21-year old) sparring a 16-year old. Trying to impress, I started to launch into a jump front kick and never made it off the ground. In fact, I ended up on the ground writhing in pain.

It felt like someone swung a baseball bat at the back of my leg. But there was no one behind me…and no baseball bat…and, for the people gathered at the taekwondo graduation, no reason for me to be rolling around on the mat before I had even been kicked. I wasn't sure what had happened but I had a feeling that it wasn't good.

A trip to the emergency room confirmed what I had come to suspect: a ruptured Achilles.

The next six months were some of the most eventful days of my life. Surgery. Casts. Wheelchairs. Crutches. Physical therapy. Learning to walk again. During the same time in my life, our family made a major move from New Jersey to Louisiana. A new city. A new church. A new ministry. And a new chapter in our lives.

Five years. It is hard to believe.

My left heel still doesn't feel quite normal…though I have gotten used to the new "norm." My left Achilles is tighter, thicker. I can flex both feet back about the same but I can't point my left foot near as far as my right. And I can't curl my toes on my left foot. Perhaps if I would have continued my exercises after my physical therapy sessions ended, then I would have better flexibility with my left foot today. But I didn't and so I sort of have what I have.

Overall, it doesn't bother me. I am generally able to walk and run without hindrance…though I simply am not as active as I used to be. I have started taking taekwondo again but I go sporadically and I am about as good as I was back then. Not very good. Perhaps the only difference is that instead of being a 41-year old thinking I am a 21-year old, now I am a 46-year old who knows and feels like he is 46.

Aging is a humbling process. The signs are all around. Diminishing strength. Diminishing flexibility. Diminishing hair. Some can extend the process further into their senior years but eventually one's age catches up to them. If there are any vestiges of pride or illusions of immortality left in a man, they should certainly be eradicated as his aging body breaks down.

But what I have lost in physical strength, I would like to think I have gained in some modicum of wisdom. At least I can say that I feel more content now than I have ever been. I don't demand as much from life. I enjoy the simple blessings that I have every day. I have 10,000 reasons to be thankful.

I can't say that all this started from a ruptured Achilles. I am sure I could have learned these lessons in other ways. But for some reason that little snapped tendon marks a small turning point in my life. I was forced to slow down, to reflect more on my relationship with God, to depend more on others, to relearn things that I had taken for granted, to come face-to-face once again with my weakness.

I can't help but think of the good Shepherd in Psalm 23.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul
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Sometimes in the rush of life, God has to interrupt us. Stop us. Make us lie down. Knock us to our knees. It is not done out of spite or hatred but out of grace and love. We can be our own worst enemies. Running after things that don't matter. Neglecting things that do.

Like a wise shepherd, God has to take His staff and put it around our stiffened necks and pull us back to Himself.

And through the process, sometimes even kicking and screaming…or whining and complaining, we finally open our eyes and see the place He was bringing us.

The still waters of contentment.

A lamb in the arms of the Shepherd.

A child in the arms of his Father.

And our soul finds rest.

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High Walls and Hardened Hearts

"A brother offended is harder to win than a strong city, and contentions are like the bars of a castle." Proverbs 18:19

I came across this proverb this morning. It is a reminder of the difficulty of relationships. Be in a relationship for any period of time and you will be offended. Your feelings will get hurt. You will feel slighted, disrespected, ignored, irritated, wounded. And, the converse is also true, along the way you will also offend and wound others…whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Unfortunately the hurt heart often becomes the hardened heart. The wounds lead to walls. We build up our defenses. We retreat into our shell. We become angry and cynical. We isolate ourselves to protect ourselves and end up reducing ourselves to bitter individuals.

Breaking through such walls are more difficult than any battle strategy. To restore a broken relationship is often the greatest challenge we will face in this life. That's why God gives commands to both the offender and the offended.

To the offender…do all you can to seek forgiveness and restoration as soon as you can. "Therefore if you bring your gift to the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift" (Matthew 5:23-24).

To the offended…do all you can to forgive and keep your heart tender before the Lord. "Moreover if your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault between you and him alone. If he hears you, you have gained your brother" (Matthew 18:15).

And "do not let the sun go down on your wrath, nor give an opportunity to the devil" (Ephesians 5:26b).

"Pursue peace will all men, and holiness, without which no one will see the Lord: looking diligently lest anyone fall short of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up cause trouble, and by this many become defiled" (Hebrews 12:15).

Seeking to restore broken relationships is difficult and often heart-wrenching but it is worth it. Just ask your Savior, Jesus Christ. 

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It’s All About Control

It hit me while I was watching a commercial for a new cell phone.

"It's all about control."

We want to be masters of our own universe. We want the sense that we are in control.

Imagine the power that is supposedly in our hands when we purchase the newest Android or iPhone. We can search anything, watch anything, visit anywhere, almost do anything. "There's an app for that."

It's the ultimate power trip. I have the universe at my fingertips…or at least it feels like it.

The atheistic philosopher Nietzsche summarized human motivation as the "will to power." The drive to achieve, to subdue, to reach a higher state of power and control. He may not have been too far from the truth.

Technology seems to be humanity's attempt to define and determine his or her own environment. The further we go in our technological pursuits, the more we feel like we have things under our control. We have the power to create our own virtual world, to define our own identity, to choose our own morality, to entertain ourselves endlessly, to be our own deity.

But is it real?

All of these things give us the illusion of control…but it is only an illusion.

We are not in control.

And deep down we know it.

We feel it every day. Our health is out of our control. The choices of others are out of our control. The tragedies of life are out of our control. The world and its wars and disasters are out of our control. The reality of death is out of our control. Even our own thoughts and emotions often feel out of our control.

We are weak, powerless, vulnerable mortals…with a desperate hunger for security and control.

Or as Scripture would say…we are glorious creatures, made in the image of God, designed to subdue and rule the earth…but broken, alienated, self-centered, and subject to death because of sin and its devastating impact on our souls.

We want to be our own gods rather than submit to the one true One.

We want God to bow to our will rather than for us to bow to His.

But ironically true freedom doesn't come with all our technology, self-defined morality, and illusion of control.

It comes in running to the Sovereign One who was willing to lay aside His power and position, to humble Himself, to enter our world, to be a servant, and to die for our sins. 

It is the paradox of Truth.

The one who tries to gain control of everything ultimately loses everything.

But the one who gives control over to Jesus Christ gains everything in Him.

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Stuck in a Rut

Ever felt stuck? Dry? Down? A little depressed? That is sort of where I have been the past few months.

I can't quite put my finger on it. I always wonder…is this physical? Emotional? Mental? Spiritual? We are so complex. Rarely do our emotions sort themselves out easily. The engine of our soul is harder to check than the most complex machinery out there.

That is why David prayed: Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my anxieties; and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting (Psalm 139:23-24).

God knows us better than we know ourselves. And He sees what we often cannot see…or don't want to see.

Today was the first day that I just stopped and realized that I was functioning not thriving. Doing things but often with little emotion or joy. Focused on duty…lists…accomplishing the next task. But it seemed my spirit was drying up around the edges.

The Lord pried a corner of my heart open today and helped me to see some things.

I am stressed. Putting too many things on my plate. Carrying too many things on my shoulder. The promise of Matthew 11:30 wasn't being experienced in my life. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light. But it wasn't the Lord's doing…it was my doing. Assuming that I needed to control what only God can control. I need to let some things go and put them back on the Lord's shoulders.

I am worried. Life is moving fast…faster than I can keep up with. The world is unraveling. The future is uncertain. It was time to acknowledge my fears and rest once again in God's sovereignty.

I am distracted. This was the big kicker. I have filled my life with a hundred little distractions. Email. Texts. The internet. Sports. I have gotten away from what really matters to temporary things. The tyranny of the urgent has replaced the tranquility of the important. I took a walk and realized that I haven't had much time for meditation. I have been running and moving without stopping and reflecting. I have been reading the Bible but not reflecting on it. Praying but not resting.

It is hard in this world. A million distractions hit us every day. Everything in this culture seems aimed at keeping us from stopping and thinking about what we are doing. More, more, more has a way of giving us less, less, less. We are entertained but empty. Saturated with media but starved in our souls.

So it is back to the basics once again. Back to reading and meditating on Scripture. Back to resting more than rushing. Back to journaling, writing, conversing with the Lord. Back to feeling more than functioning. Back to fighting for joy rather than flitting from one distraction to another.

Back to my Father who reminds me that I can accomplish more in His strength than in my own.

Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance (Psalm 42:5).

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The Tragedy of a Comedian

When a comedian like Robin Williams commits suicide, it certainly wakes you up.

Here is a man who looks like he has it all…success, adoration, wealth, fame. And here is a man who looks like he has a positive view on life. After all, the concept of a "depressed comedian" is a contradiction in terms. We expect that the one who makes us laugh at life can make himself laugh at life as well.

But Robin Williams had a dark side or "demons" to battle, as the world might say.

A lonely childhood. An unsupportive father. Three marriages. Alcohol and drug addiction. A lifelong battle with depression.

Robin Williams was obviously looking for something in this world that he could never find.

C.S. Lewis' once said: "If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world."

And Solomon, a man with all the intelligence, pleasure, and wealth this world can afford, said it quite bluntly: “Absolute futility,” says the Teacher. “Absolute futility. Everything is futile" (Ecclesiastes 1:1).

Robin Williams came to see life in this world in its starkest terms. Futile. Depressing. Lonely. Dark. He gained practically everything that this world could offer and found it to be empty.

Ironically he committed suicide in a place called Paradise Cay.

We don't know what ultimately caused Robin Williams to take his life. The Proverbs say, "The heart knows its own bitterness, and with its joy no one else can share" (14:10). There were probably many factors that led him to that final tragic decision.

We can mourn for him. Pray for his family and children. Take extra care of those around us who may be struggling with their own dark path. And remember how hard life on this earth can be at times.

The Bible does not hide or sugarcoat reality from us. In fact, it teaches us these three basic truths.

1. We are desperately broken. There is something wrong with our hearts. To some degree, we all battle insecurity, loneliness, discouragement, depression. Yes, we can cover over it, ignore it, stuff it, escape it, compensate for it…for a time…and maybe even for a whole lifetime. But the reality is still there. We battle thoughts and desires that threaten to overwhelm us. We struggle with relationships. We fight others. We fight ourselves. We want our own way. We pursue things that ultimately do not satisfy. We want a God who gives us what we want without interfering with our lives. Or we don't want a God at all.

2. We live in a desperately broken world. Something seems haywire. We long for life but find death all around us. We long for peace but find conflict and war. We want time to slow down but it seems to speed up and disappear like a vapor. Hatred. Violence. Oppression. Cancer. Viruses. Natural disasters. Senseless tragedy. Meaningless existence. Something inside of us tell us that things should be different…hopes that things will be different…but in the end death seems to have the final say.

3. We have a Savior who was desperately broken for us and for our world. To the world, it sounds trite. It even sounds like foolishness. But to the believer, it sounds like good news. It sounds like life. Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the worst (1 Timothy 1:15). Jesus bore our sins on the cross to offer us forgiveness, cleansing, reconciliation, freedom from guilt, eternal life. And Jesus rose again from the dead to give us victory, confidence, joy, peace, and hope.

Hope. It is the ultimate antidote to depression and despair.

Hope that the darkness of this life will one day dawn with new light.

Hope that the death of this world will one day be defeated with new life.

Hope that in the sufferings and trials of this life there is still meaning and purpose.

Hope that whoever calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved.

Hope that because of Christ we will one day truly live in Paradise.

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