I knew the instant I hit the floor, something was wrong. At first I thought I had broken my ankle. Whatever it was, I knew something was wrong. I had an accident at work this past week. When we bring an airplane in for structural inspections and repairs, all the seats in the passenger compartment are removed so we can pull up the floorboards in order to gain access to the structure underneath. We lay down temporary floorboards so we’ll have something to walk on, but there are certain areas that must be left exposed while repairs are going on. So when we’re working in the passenger cabin, we have to do a little balancing act on the floor beams when walking to and from our work area. In a nutshell, as I was walking through the cabin on the night of my accident, I lost my balance and took a real nasty fall, the result of which was a broken fibula in my left leg. The ankle I thought was broken was only sprained.
Let me stop here and say what a blessing it is that it was only a broken fibula. If it had been the main load bearing bone, the femur, I’d still be recovering from the surgery that’s usually needed to set the bone. A broken fibula doesn’t even require a cast and as we head into the summer months here in Texas, praise God the leg won’t be in a hot, smelly cast!
As I’ve matured and grown in my Christian walk, I’ve been blessed with numerous opportunities to see God use our mishaps for ministry. I’ve seen God do this for others. And on the night of my accident, God showed something to me that I pray I will never forget. Like I said, when I fell, I knew something was wrong. When I was finally able to get to my feet, I could not put any weight on that left leg whatsoever. Out of an abundance of caution, my supervisor called for an ambulance and I was taken to Parkland Hospital. As most of you know, that’s when the waiting game begins. The injury was painful but not life threatening. It was not an immediate priority.
I called my wife while I was in the back of the ambulance and told her what had happened. When she asked if she should come to the hospital, I told her to stay put for the time being until I knew the extent of the injury. Parkland is a long way from our house in Fort Worth and she’s never been to that part of Dallas, ever. At that point, I did not know if I would be treated and released or if the injury would require surgery. I just didn’t know. So I told her to wait at home until we had more information to go on.
I arrived at Parkland at 8:00 p.m. I got the diagnosis of a broken fibula at around 12:30 a.m. The doctor said I only needed a walking boot and crutches, and could go home once all the paperwork was done. I called my wife to let her know and she said to me, “I’m coming to get you.” I was in too much pain to protest. One of my co-workers was with me at the hospital the entire time, but I did not see myself being able to drive home.
It was close to 1:30 in the morning when I hobbled out of the ER on crutches. My wife had been sitting outside the ER in her van for about twenty minutes. There was no where to park so she had to sit in one of the traffic lanes outside the ER. As I mentioned, my wife had never been to Parkland Hospital or to that area of Dallas in her life. She used the GPS on her phone and relied on the providence of God. She said so. She also told me afterwards that during the drive to Dallas, she had no idea where she was most of time. She was praying and going wherever the GPS sent her. She had no idea where she was until she actually arrived at the hospital.
When I hobbled out of the ER, words cannot describe what a welcome sight it was to see my wife there waiting to take me home. Let’s be honest, that’s not the best part of Dallas to be in at that time of night. Even if you know where you’re going, that’s not an area to venture into at 1:00 or 1:30 a.m. And you certainly don’t want to be wandering around that part of town if you’re not familiar with the area. None of that stopped my wife. She took a risk, and when were talking about it on the way home, she simply said, “I did it because I love my husband.” Let there be no doubt, if the roles were reversed, I would have done exactly the same. I would give my life for her.
When our Savior Jesus was born, He came into a world that was suffering from the ugly stain of the sin. It’s been estimated that 75% of the world’s population lived in slavery. And the region of the world where Jesus was born lived under the heavy handed cruelty of the Romans. The world was an ugly, messy place. It was a violent place. And it was a place that was being increasingly influenced by Satan more and more with each passing day. You do not see any mention of demonic possession in the Bible in the Old Testament. We do not read about that until we get to the Gospels. Demonic activity was on the rise. That is the world Jesus was born into. And do not for one second think that Jesus did not know the condition of the world at that time. He knew, yet He came anyway.
My wife and I both are imperfect people saved by the grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I just want to reiterate that truth. But my wife, because of her love, and at risk to her own safety, drove to a not-particularly-good area of town in the middle of the night to bring her husband home. Jesus came to a hostile world where many have and will reject Him. But many have believed in and put their trust in Jesus. And those of us who have believed in and trusted Jesus with our eternal souls; we are the reason He came to this hostile world. He came to take us home. I said that words could not describe what a welcome sight my wife was the other night when I saw her outside the ER waiting to take me home. I think it will be equally indescribable, at least on this side of eternity, when we close our eyes for the last time and then awaken in the presence of our blessed Lord Jesus.
In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. John 14:2-3
Through my wife’s love, God has reminded me of His great love for us.