. . . at least according to Tom Petty. This fall has been particularly difficult time for our family unexpected death of my father in law, comprehensive exams for my spouse (clearly it was the hardest for her), and my son suffering a pretty severe broken leg in an (American) football game. A teammate was tackled into my son’s lower left leg as he was blocking, snapping both tibia and fibula. (Not quite Joe Theisman for you Americans, nor thankfully quite Eduardo for those who know of the Arsenal striker’s horrific injury last season, as the bones didn’t penetrate the skin, but very nearly). Surgery, a rod, screws, pain meds, a week on the couch were followed by a boot/aircast and crutches.
After two months the doctor was able to finally give Graham the news he wanted to hear: you can take off the boot and put away the crutches. His muscles now dwindled to half their original size, his ankle and knee not all that flexible, it was easier said than done. So as we waited in the waiting room to see the physical therapist, I stood in front of my strapping young adult son much as I had done 17 years earlier, arms outstretched saying “come to daddy,” half joking, half serious, full of pathos and emotion. My son, who has been quite remarkable through this entire ordeal, bravely took a few halting steps, uncertain if his knee would buckle, uncertain that he would stay standing as he leaned heavily on my hand. But he did just fine, and he’s limping around pretty well now. There is still a lot of rehab to go before he’ll be back to the impressive fitness he had before the break, so there is more waiting. But for now there is a small foretaste of what’s to come and I’m reminded of the signs of the messianic kingdom:
“When John heard in prison what the Messiah was doing, he sent word by his disciples and said to him, ‘Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?’ Jesus answered them, ‘Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them. And blessed is anyone who takes no offence at me.” –Matt 11. 2-6.