My California colleague, Eric Nelson, shares a harrowing experience and his journey to recovery. It was a process laced throughout with healing humor. Here’s Eric….
This may be hard to believe, but shortly after tumbling about a thousand feet down a rock and ice-covered mountain and suffering multiple injuries from head to toe, I had to laugh.
Despite the trauma, despite the pain, and despite the fact that it would be hours before anyone would find me laying flat on my back in the middle of nowhere, the words of a familiar hymn came to mind and made me smile. And then chuckle.
“Shepherd, show me how to go,” the hymn, written by Mary Baker Eddy, begins, “O’er the hillside steep.” (Did I happen to mention how I found myself in this predicament?).
“How to gather, how to sow, / How to feed Thy sheep.” (And did I mention that the only thing left in my rucksack was an apple?).
“I will listen for Thy voice, / Lest my footsteps stray; / I will follow and rejoice / All the rugged way.”
Tell me these words weren’t written just for me. And tell me that their coincidental references to rugged hillsides and wandering footsteps aren’t just a little, well – funny.