Guest post by Anastasia K. Bond

And when they could not come near Him because of the crowd, they uncovered the roof where He was. So when they had broken through, they let down the bed on which the paralytic was lying. -Mark 2:4 (NKJV)

When you’re the parent of a kid who is “different,” having someone making Christ present to you feels like a miracle. Most of us would be ecstatic if we had someone like the friends of the paralytic, someone who would stop at nothing to bring us to the feet of Jesus. I always related to that story because cutting a hole in a roof to get my friend some help is just my style. Yet now, with an outside-the-box child, I sometimes wonder if I’m in the place of the paralytic.

We’re at a stage where getting to any church activities is a major battle. If we actually make it, it is rarely a time of spiritual refreshing. Getting my child through a service is messy and intense, and by the time we’ve made it through the communion line I’m ready to lose it all: mind, temper and any hope of connecting with other brothers and sisters in Christ. I probably come off as unsociable, but the truth is I’m at my limits. Against my nature, I’ve become more of a Martha than a Mary, so focused on circumstances that I’m missing what’s most important.

Or am I? I could give a long list of all the things I should be doing in church that I’m not, but what is it that I actually do? Are my own desires the roof-tiles that must be removed to place my child at Jesus’ feet?

I hope so. I hope that these faltering efforts are seen by a Master who knows how painful our human frailty really is.

And I wonder how many other paralytics wished they had such bold friends. If I think through the list of my truest friends, though, I remember the invisible wounds. I remember the abusive childhoods, the faltering marriages, the painful work situations, the hidden diagnoses.

Struggling to show up

Perhaps we’re all struggling to simply show up. Sometimes it seems like we’re all hiding grievous wounds. Sometimes it’s a struggle to just breathe through the day, whether we have a disability or if we’re just trying to help someone else make it through.

The novel I’m working on right now has this rotation of struggle. Sometimes the main character is fighting to save others, yet struggles most when she’s the one who needs to be saved. It’s a different kind of strength to let someone else do the hard work of bringing you to what you need.

We don’t get to pick and choose the fruits of the Spirit. The proportions fluctuate but the goals do not. A tremendous help in my writing career once came from an author who has a child with severe special needs. He gave me several hours of his precious free time, and I stand amazed. Our gifts to one another may look very different. Sometimes we give service. Other times, we must withhold ourselves from judging those who do not help us. And then there are the days when we can only offer our humility as we let someone meet us at our most broken moment.

About Anastasia Bond

Anastasia Bond writes fiction that explores the heart of service and the challenge of war. Her writing focus and her conversion to Orthodox Christianity developed together in 2006, and the sacrificial death of a Navy SEAL at the end of that year reconnected her to her military family roots. She lives in Oregon with her husband, son and three despotic cats. There’s a fair chance her novel may be published in the next two years . . . if she can stop revising it.

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