Editor’s note: In 1983, Gracie Parker Rosenberger fell asleep at the wheel and experienced a horrific car accident that has led to at least 78 operations, including the amputation of both legs. She wrote the following about her experience in the months and years following her accident.
FAITH WORTH IMITATING
If “dismal” described the days, then “horrific” serves as a perfect word for the nights. Due to sporadic sleep, staring at the ceiling waiting for the next pain medicine injection served as the only activity.
I lost count of how many times nurses and techs rolled me to surgery for debriding the wounds, adjusting the Hoffman device holding my severed right foot to my leg, and whatever other surgery I needed. Yearning to find any position of comfort, I resigned myself to never be anything other than truly miserable.
“Why is this happening to me?!” I screamed silently at the ceiling while fumbling with tubes and IV lines. Hurling my hurt, rage and despair at heaven, the groaning, tears and heartache flooded out of me. Yet, the equipment in the room only hummed and beeped.
In the deluge of emotions, however, I heard another question in the farthest corner of my mind.
“Is Jesus your friend?”
The question echoed from the distant past.
“Huh?” I replied with bewilderment to the thick foreign accent.
Suddenly, I was 6 years old and meeting an elderly woman back in my hometown, Fort Walton Beach, FL. Riding in the back of Aunt Anne’s car over to her friend’s house, I swung my little legs while smoothing out my new dress. “Today Gracie,” Aunt Anne told me, “You’re going to meet a special lady who is spending the winter with a friend of mine. You also get to give her a Christmas present.”
Holding the gift tightly in my hands, I offered it to an old woman sitting in a wheelchair. Feeling nervous under the intense gaze of the strange woman, I backed away somewhat, until she asked the oddest question. She asked about Jesus being my friend.
“Is Jesus your friend?” She asked again more purposefully.
For several months prior to meeting this woman, I traveled from family to pastor asking how I could become a Christian; but everyone told me to wait until I was older. Yet here before me sat a strange old woman, with an even stranger accent, bluntly asking me if I was friends with Jesus.
“I want Him to be, but no one will tell me how!” I blurted out.
“It’s very easy, dear.” She responded with such kindness, and then told me in the most simplistic way about the reality of our sinful life, and that God made a way for us to be saved from sin by sending His Son, Jesus, to die in our place so that we could be free—if we turned from our life of sin and trusted in Him.
Looking at this woman, she clearly believed the words she spoke; as if nothing on this earth could shake her conviction. That day, I gave my heart to Christ. I believed the old woman with the strange accent. I believed God.
Do I Still Believe God?
With legs in traction and my body in unending agony, I asked myself silently, “Do I still believe God?”
“Do I still believe He loves me?”
Struggling with those questions, I avoided sharing them with others. Who did I even know who could credibly answer? Who could speak to the faith I previously thought strong … but now seemed so fragile?
What does Scripture say?
“Remember your leaders and superiors in authority [for it was they] who brought to you the Word of God. Observe attentively and consider their manner of living (the outcome of their well-spent lives) and imitate their faith (their conviction that God exists and is the Creator and Ruler of all things, the Provider and Bestower of eternal salvation through Christ, and their leaning of the entire human personality on God in absolute trust and confidence in His power, wisdom and goodness” (Heb. 13:7, AMP).
When our lives are filled with pain and despair, the Bible tells us to look back at those “leaders and superiors” who journeyed in faith before us. Further more, Scripture tells us to be encouraged that they too felt the same feelings, yet they pressed forward.
Many people talk a good talk and use a lot of churchy words and catchy motivational phrases, but I often wonder if they truly get understand. Would those nice words and inspirational slogans sustain them while in agony for days, weeks, months, years and even decades?
The Theological Implications of Suffering
Struggling to reconcile their own faith with the suffering they witnessed, even friends and family offered me platitudes and shallow observations reflecting their limited understanding of God’s providence … while I lay helpless in bed. Down the hall from the room where I lay writhing in pain, many of my visitors struggled in impromptu late night Bible studies—trying to wrap their minds around the theological implications of a level of suffering that once served as an academic discussion, but now was witnessed up close and in person.
We often are tempted to “adjust” or “compensate” for God in order to reconcile unpleasant circumstances with our belief about God and His actions toward pain and suffering in this world. One or two well-meaning, but sadly naive, people even went so far as to question what I had done to deserve this.
When confronted with suffering, many of us want to grasp how a loving God could allow misery. “Since God is love, then the person suffering must have done something God often does to offend the loving God … therefore it’s the sufferers fault.”
That logic and view of God is not consistent with Scripture. I have encountered individuals who express an understanding of what and how God doles out what we deserve and don’t deserve. I’m not qualified to speak for God … and I have found it’s usually better to refer to God speaking for Himself. When Job’s friends threw out their suggestions as to why Job had to suffer, God’s response was stern and shocking.
Lessons from JOB
“After God had finished addressing Job, he turned to Eliphaz the Temanite and said, ‘I’ve had it with you and your two friends. I’m fed up! You haven’t been honest either with me or about me—not the way my friend Job has. So here’s what you must do. Take seven bulls and seven rams, and go to my friend Job. Sacrifice a burnt offering on your own behalf. My friend Job will pray for you, and I will accept his prayer. He will ask me not to treat you as you deserve for talking nonsense about me, and for not being honest with me, as he has” (Job 42: 7-8, The Message).
He Never Told Job The Reason Why
Reading the book of Job, it is worth noticing that God never explained to Job why the suffering and loss—most of it horrendously brutal—was allowed in the first place. God often does not reveal His purposes, but He does reveal Himself. And difficult as it may be, that revelation is usually through suffering. Through that suffering, however, an individual’s faith can be honed, chiseled and purified to the point of becoming a powerful beacon of encouragement to others facing their own trials.
While lying in a hospital bed in agony … with scarce hope for a different reality, I knew positive thinking messages, encouraging sermons, motivational speeches or even soul searching for blame offered no help. Friends’ or family members’ “theories” of God’s faithfulness and love couldn’t penetrate the wretchedness of my new life.
There had to be SOMEONE in my life with enough credible faith?!
No, somewhere in my background, there had to be a faith, one of those unquestioned beacons. There must have been a life worth imitating. Hebrews 13:7 clearly states to look to those who brought the Word of the Lord implying a personal encounter. Considering pastors and teachers in my life, I mentally inventoried those who spoke the Word of God to me. I tried to recall if any of them dealt with brutal realities eclipsing positive slogans and “feel-good theology.”
I couldn’t think of any.
In my heart, I also knew this life of faith I rummaged for in the recesses of my mind would have to be a woman … with a credible understanding of personal suffering, loss, humiliation and despair; a person who stood out as a beacon of God’s faithfulness, who chose to trust God in the blackest of circumstances.
Who in my life met such a criteria?
“Is Jesus your friend?”
I heard once more from the old woman in the wheelchair.
What I thought for years was a chance meeting now clearly illustrated God weaving a credible anchor of faith into my life. The strange-sounding old woman who looked at me with such intensity. She had endured suffering, loss and humiliation on a scale far surpassing mine. Traveling through some of the darkest pits conceivable while enduring terror on an unimaginable scale, this unusual woman emerged with a faith that literally reached around the world.
The most important meeting in my life, where I began a journey of faith in trusting Jesus Christ, was the encounter God arranged between a 6-year-old little girl with a patch over her eye, and an old woman who chose to trust God through the horrors, degradation, loss and unspeakable despair of the Holocaust. Of all the people I’d encountered in my life until that point—and even still today—that woman possessed a faith worth imitating.
Her name was Corrie ten Boom.
Gracie Rosenberger and her husband, Peter, founded Standing With Hope. This ministry has a flagship program that treats amputees. A nonprofit prosthetic limb outreach that continues to help amputees in developing countries.
Although saddled with more than 10 million in health care costs and ongoing severe chronic pain, Gracie has defied the odds and emerged as a powerful voice of courage and inspiration to individuals around the world.
Married for 30 years, Gracie and Peter live in Nashville, TN. In addition, Peter hosts a weekly radio program for fellow caregivers.
This passage is from her book Gracie-Standing With Hope, and was used by permission. © 2010 Liberty University Press.