Ye of little faith I can't really think of a good way to tell this story, but I thought I'd tell it anyway, because I thought you might like to hear it.
During my first year here, I rode along to a concert with a few other freshman guys whom I knew at the time (I would balk at calling them my friends, they weren't really, but probably as close to friends as I had and I liked to think of myself as somewhat connected.) It was some drive away, at a church in another town.
On the drive home, we were singing contemporary worship songs, like all good young Christian boys do, I supposed, and over time we worked ourselves up into quite a fever. At one point, we pulled the car into a random church parking lot, name was "Faith Church of (some town)" if I remember correctly. Now one of these guys and I spoke fairly often, and he had designs on praying for God to heal my vision, and this apparently the night he felt called to go for it.
I, of course, was quite unsure about this notion, but I certainly wasn't going to say anything to anyone. So here I was, in a car late at night, cold, with three guys putting their hands on me, and me rather certain that I would fail to come up with enough faith to give me the eyesight of a normal person.
Well, nothing happened, and that was the last time said fellow had such ambitions. I've never really questioned why I have the infirmary that I do, I suppose I was brought up to believe that God creates people the way He does so they can represent Him in their unique way. Perhaps I saw it as a slight that someone would think they needed to "fix" me, who knows. Or perhaps I just didn't "believe enough," maybe that's the right phrase to use in 21st century Christiandom. Who knows. But I am who I am and what I am, and in the end, I'm proud of it even when it makes little things difficult. A stumbling block to a lot of people, but maybe that's not a bad thing after all.
2:45:28 AM 
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