O ye beneath life's crushing load,I had this image of an elderly person in their last days of life, limping along with bent back. But then how swiftly that changes when with our Heavenly Father listening to His choir of angels.
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
After church a dear dear man who is always so very helpful (though he had polio as a child and walks with a pretty bad limp bc of it) fell coming out of church. He hit a floor to ceiling window (it is about 6 feet wide) on the second floor and broke the window. Mr. Bill is not a large man. I probably weigh more than he does. Mr. Bill has worked in the nursery, volunteers countless hours in the Christian Family Life Center (fancy church name for gym :), volunteers for VBS every year, and always jumps up to get the door for you. He was taken to the hospital and as far as I know only needed stitches. I hope that is all he needed. I hope he is ok.
But I can't help but think how much worse it could have been. To think of all the kids who have at one time or another run around in that hallway and likely crashed into that window a time or two. I assumed it was plexiglass... little did I know it was the original glass from when the church was built (around 1970) and plexiglas wasn't commonly used. I'm sure it will be replaced with it now... thanks to Mr. Bill.