They call him Crazy Wheels.
I don't know his real name.
Shame on me.
He tools all over town in his motorized wheelchair. He gives kids rides. And once my son saw him in the interstate median. With the police. He was probably speeding from exit A to exit B.
I saw him once at the pool. Must have been for some kind of water therapy since a lifeguard was preparing a sling.
I could not help but stare at his legs. Withered. Skin over bone.
I remember what my own leg looked like in comparison to my other after I fell. After I broke my foot.
Casted, splinted, crutched, caned.
Unable to bear weight.
Like unexercised faith that depends on someone else's strength.
"Consider it wholly joyful, my brethren, whenever you are enveloped in or encounter trials of any sort or fall into various temptations. Be assured and understand that the trial and proving of your faith bring out endurance and steadfastness and patience. But let endurance and steadfastness have full play and do a thorough work, so that you may be [people] perfectly and fully developed [with no defects], lacking in nothing." James 1:2-4 (Amplified)
Has your faith been tested? Have you stepped out in faith?
Is your faith stronger because of it?
Are you clinging (or have you clung) to someone else's faith?
Was (is) your faith weaker because of it?
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