We went with the green canoe (good choice girls!) and as the two store clerks hoisted it above their heads and marched toward the check out we all followed grinning ear to ear. I admit it felt as if we were proud hunters returning to the village after a successful kill.
I pulled my truck up and told the salesman I would load the boat myself since I would be doing that later. It grabbed the gunwales, hoisted it onto my thigh and rolled it up onto my shoulders in a familiar pattern of moves I have done hundreds of times. Today however the boat was a little wider, there was a center seat where a portage yolk should be and the wind gusts were severe.
As I twisted to boat up I felt a tear in my shoulder. Two days later the MRI revealed a complete tear of one of my tendons and a 4mm separation.
What was an act of joy turned to pain in an instant.
And days later, it has turned to redemption.
I am grateful that I have a dislocated shoulder during the start of Holy Week. My pain and discomfort is put into place by what Jesus endured for humanity.
God does not mock our pain. He feels it and weeps with it. But our pain is different from the pain and suffering of the Passion of Jesus.
Today I will see a orthopedic surgeon to discuss options to repair my shoulder and fix my pain. In time, God willing, the pain from surgery will cease only to be replaced with painful physical therapy. Eventually I will regain use of my shoulder, although it will never be the way it was.
Jesus was the option for my pain. He bore death in a substitution for my death.
I will chose pain to repair my injury.
Jesus chose the pain to repair my injury as well.
Interesting, this Holy Week. I am reminded of redemptive suffering in a very personal way.
My pain will pass and will be a memory, his pain was redemptive may God help us all if it is relegated to a memory.
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