Maybe I’m just weird
With the tragic death of Sean Taylor I am reminded of how lucky, no not lucky, blessed Michael is to not only have survived the accident but to be improving with each day. A miracle? An intervention perhaps…
Bear with me…this may get strikingly odd, freakishly squirrelly. But…maybe not.
Michael was in a single car accident on I66 exit 66. The whole 6’s thing really bothers me. This is where it gets weird. Believing that 666 is the “mark of the beast”, the devil himself, ok there’s an extra 6 but who’s counting. So, let’s say that throughout our lives the dark side (the beast) fights to control our thoughts, our thoughts become actions and ultimately the way we live our lives. Our days are filled with opportunities to choose between good and bad, right and wrong, giving and taking, darkness and light. Maybe the battle is larger than we are. Maybe the battle is between who controls, who owns us…who we belong to. You with me?
Psalm 23 reference - Michael is a beautiful, strong, intelligent young man young man that like many of us, might battle between good and bad, right and wrong, etc. Maybe not always understanding that even though we walk in the valley of the shadow of death, we should fear no evil. Just my theory, but I believe that in the wee hours of the morning on October 21, 2007 there was a battle. There was a battle for Michael’s life, for his soul. I believe that God was with Michael, like he has been with him all along. Michael was never alone. Michael lay down in the green pastures of exit 66 and God prepared a table for him in the midst of his enemies. He anointed his head with oil and comforted him. The battle won, glory to God. There is a reason. There is a plan.
Many of you know that about 10 years ago I had stage II malignant melanoma. I regard it still, as a life changing event. My view on life and love forever changed. I mentioned earlier in the blog about making sure I gave thanks every day for all life’s blessings. Because life was so good, I was fearful something bad would happen. Honestly, if anything bad was going to happen, I thought it would probably be that my cancer would return. That because I still love the sun, this time I wouldn’t win. But, there was a plan. Giving thanks to God each day strengthened by beliefs, my faith. God wasn’t building my strength for my own battle, I believe he was preparing me for Michael’s battle. There is a reason.
I don’t mean to preach. Who am I to preach? But I just want you to know that Michael is not infinite. He’s not. During the past times of his struggle and strife, there were footprints in the sand. He wasn’t alone. I do not take what has happened to him lightly. I am humbled by the grace of God. There is a plan. I think it’s big.
November 28th, 2007 at 1:02 pm Yea, you’re just weird. Good thnking though.
David