This story is dedicated to my precious Uncle and Aunt, Joe and Greta Daniel. And to Jeff, my love.
An ordinary working man with extraordinary strength ends his day in profound sleep. His wife jealous. How does he hit the pillow and fall into a snoring paralysis so readily? The answer is well known, he is tired. He labors long in the day, he is called upon by others to do the heavy work. His size and strength like that of two men. His body well suited to a labor intensive job. He relies on his brawn and quick reflexes. He is his is work. He sleeps well.
An ordinary man with four decades of birthdays under his belt ends his day asleep on the couch. His wife wakes him to go to bed. How does he sleep so soundly with household noises demanding attention? He is tired, he was tired before he left for work. He does the work of two men. He is his work and more now. He is father, coach, athlete, husband, homeowner, and his job. He sleeps well.
An ordinary man with extraordinary ill health ends his day early. His sleep is elusive, no longer assured. He is tired. His wife wonders how to help. His joints have stolen his strength. His heart has slowed his reflexes. The work he did belongs to two men now. He no longer knows who he is. He sleeps a lot but not well.
An ordinary man with more than a half a century of experience behind him and a story that is about to change.
The crowd filtered in, greeting each other as only those who have known each other a life time can. You could pick out the strangers, the furtive glances for a place to sit not wanting to take the place of those who belonged. A Sunday night church concert about to begin. The featured group a family of southern gospel singers. Their family led by the patriarch, a man confined to a wheel chair by childhood polio is assisted onto the elevated stage by two men. The father is joined on the stage by his two sons and a daughter-in-law. Blaine is among the strangers in the crowd, his wife sits by his side.
The father tells the story of his struggle and triumph living with polio. They sing “I Am So Blessed.”
*He turned sleepless nights into sweet rest I’ll always be grateful; I am so blessed.
Blaine sits up straighter, his wife squeezes his hand. A few more spirit filled songs later and the eldest son gives a word to the crowd. The word moves through each person, we are sitting in the presence of God. The son begins to pray. Hands are stretched out in prayer. Blaine tentatively reaches out with his hand. Electricity finds its way into Blaine’s finger tips. He is no longer ordinary. The Holy Spirit has surrounded Blaine, filled him with peace. He knows that night that his burden is taken by God.
*I took forgiveness, He took the nails.
The night that fire flew from his finger tips Blaine found the answer. He sleeps well now most nights. His wife is content. Whatever this life has for Blaine he is not alone. He has done the work of two men but he is not his work. He is Blaine, child of God, filled with the Holy Spirit, full of Grace through the sacrifice of his Savior. Surely this is enough for one ordinary man.
*Words in italics are lyrics by the Southern Gospel group, The Browders