When Lightning Strikes

Earlier this week, I was watching Sweet Home Alabama, an old favorite. The movie opens with two of the main characters, Melanie and Jake, on the beach in a lightning storm as ten-year-olds. After lightning strikes the sand, Jake pulls the two of them over to the spot to wait out the rest of the storm. Melanie doesn’t understand his logic until Jake explains that lightning never strikes the same place twice.

 

Actually, in their case, it does. But they survive. Otherwise there would not be another 118 minutes of that movie.

 

In real life, I think the saying has some truth to it. I’ve been thinking about how I’m so scared that we’ll have another miscarriage. Even the people closest to me sometimes don’t understand why I’d have that concern. There is no reason to believe that it will happen again, especially since this pregnancy is without complication thus far.

 

But then, I don’t function on reason alone. I function on reason and faith (or in my current case, reason and fear). So what does that mean?

 

This morning, I remembered a young man I went to high school with. I didn’t/don’t know him well, but at the time he was a great athlete, a wrestler. At one meet, the unthinkable happened: he took a fall or a hit of some kind and became paralyzed.

 

Not only did this guy return to school, but he became vocal about certain technologies that could help doctors help him, and went on to college with the majority of our class. Despite knowing him only peripherally, I am as certain as everyone else in our community was that this was a phenomenal young man.

 

What I remembered this morning though was the fact that the next year, his younger brother was on the wrestling team. Would lightning strike again? As far as I know it did not. And really, I doubt there were any significant odds they would. We had good equipment and a successful team. I wonder how difficult it was for his parents to make that decision. But for the sake of the boy in my class, his brother, their family, and the community, I see now that it was the right one.

 

We don’t function only on reason, but on reason and faith. In fact,

 

Therefore, being always of good courage, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord— for we walk by faith, not by sight—we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord.”

2 Corinthians 5:6-8

 

 

 

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