It all began with a conversation that never happened.  I had recently done a really cool hike and was anxious to tell everyone about the sights and sounds of the fascinating place I had been.  That next Sunday morning, one of the first persons I encountered coming into church, was Debi Rosen.  Debi has been confined to a wheelchair for almost 20 years from a car accident.  At 70 years old, Debi is one of those individuals that positively radiates sweetness and is one of my favorite people on earth. 

 

As I approached her, I wanted so badly to excitedly share my recent hiking experience, but found myself in the throws of a mental wrestling match---“Do I?, don’t I?, do I, don’t I?”  The words caught in my mouth and I ultimately decided not to tell her, fearful that my excitement would actually be insensitive, because what I was about to share was impossible for her to ever experience herself.  In hindsight, I am convinced that God held my tongue that day. Read more ...