Upon Their Hands They Will Carry You

Linda and I had become such good friends I felt comfortable confiding in her with what happened the night before at the Bible study.

"We’ve never spoken of religion, seems we’ve just been so busy with the kids, every minute. I‘m sure you understand and know about my father’s faith and teachings?" I plain out, asked. "I know you are Christian but still don’t know what denomination."

"Yes, I know you have your faith, even though we haven’t talked about it." Linda was forthright in her reply, but still didn’t reveal her own affiliation.

We often watched the soaps and giggled about the immorality of this or that leading character. This wasn’t play acting though and frankly I felt very insecure.

"One of the things so well taught," I was trying to explain to Linda, "is the promise of the original hope for a world populated by strong, good people who do not have the failings of that original couple. Frankly, if there was not this belief in my heart I don’t know if I could have endured Rhonda’s condition. There are so many things to come up and I’m sure you have had the same experience. Some people want to believe we are being punished by God, others think we have done something to inherit a curse, all sorts of ideas are in their minds. It just makes the problems we work through even more difficult.

For my faith to teach me we are under imperfection for a marked period of time has been a comfort to me. To think that Rhonda and anyone who is injured will be able at a future time to "leap up like the stag," as the prophet Isaiah tells has given me the will to go forward. That is my hope, but for the present, all I can do to make her life comfortable and productive.