Lamentations 3:25
New King James Version (NKJV)
25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,
To the soul who seeks Him.
To the soul who seeks Him.
George taught at Ikizu Secondary School in Tanzania, Africa.
He was promoted to principal the year we arrived there. He loved the students
and all the people in the area. Many a time he went out of his way to help
someone in need, someone whom I was ready to ignore. The people loved him for
it. Sylvia and I were the only missionaries without a car at Ikizu. George usually
offered to take Sylvia with him on his weekly trip to town, an hour’s drive
away, and never charged us a cent.
As time went by he developed numbness in his legs. Doctors
recommended back surgery to take the pressure off pinched nerves. He had the
option of returning to the U.S. to get the surgery done or having it done in
Africa. He told me that he chose to have the surgery done in Nairobi because it
would save the mission many thousands of dollars. Whether or not the result
would have been the same if he had returned to the U.S. no one will ever know.
But the surgeon cut too deeply and left George paralyzed from the waist down.
He returned to a small house in Cicero, Indiana, where he was
simply forgotten. He hoped for a surgical procedure that would reverse the
paralysis, but it never materialized. Depression settled in on him, and
bitterness seemed on the verge of overwhelming him. Yet George refused to let
it get him down. His indomitable will and the Grace of God overcame these, and
he became a great source of courage, happiness, and joy. As the years stretched
into decades, he took up quilting, some rug weaving, and wheelchair gardening.
We visited him and his wife anytime we took a trip across the country. We
always left their place feeling better about life, God, and ourselves.
He had fallen before we stopped by one time. In obviously
severe pain, he looked at me and with a broad smile and a twinkle in his eye
said, “Can you imagine anyone falling out of bed and breaking a hip?” Then he
chuckled about the absurdity of it. He had had a bar mounted above his bed. He
would grab the bar with his hands and move his paralyzed body out of bed and
onto his wheelchair. His hands had slipped off the bar that time. The fall
proved to be the final blow, and he passed away a month or two later. He had
been paralyzed for over 35 years. In spite of this, he never failed to thank
and praise the Lord for His goodness. What an example!
Thank You, Lord, for
being good to us, especially when things go wrong, wrong, wrong. Thank You for
the joy that George experienced in his affliction and that such joy can be ours,
too.