Greg Lucas has written many encouraging and touching reflections about being a father to Jake, his profoundly disabled son (now aged 18).
None have been more poignant than this.
My face seems to be scarred these days with the dried and salty tear tracks of weary frustration. I cry more than people know—more than a man likes to admit. Still I fight to keep composure, “No more tears. Someday, no more tears.” I quietly remind myself.
In the midst of the wreckage, like so many times before, my mind is carried to a sheltering place of wonderful assurance and future grace. I have it memorized:
“But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.” (Philippians 3:20-21)
What does this promise mean to a desperate dad and his disabled son? In my most vivid, imaginative and reoccurring dreams—it looks something like this:
I’m walking with Jesus through a wheat field…
Go and read the rest of Greg’s walk with Jesus where they encounter someone else at Wrestling With An Angel.