Once, when Lauri and I were dating, we had planned to spend a couple of days together at my parents’ house. While she was on her way to Stow, I decided to go out for a quick 20 mile bike ride. In high school, throughout college, and for years after, I cycled quite often. As I descended a small incline approaching one of the major intersections in Stow, I was really moving as I attempted to make the green light in the intersection. Usually, I was a very defensive and cautious rider, never trusting people in cars to see me or avoid me, but on this day I missed the brand new mustang sitting in the driveway of a bank. Just as I reached that driveway at about 35 MPH — he pulled right out in front of me.
I had no time to react at all… I plowed into the side of his car just in front of the windshield and flew completely over the car; sliding about 40 feet right into the middle of the intersection. Fortunately, I was wearing my helmet… but I had major road rash from the right side of my face all the way down my body to my ankles. I was grateful that I wasn’t hurt more… I actually did way more damage to that brand new car with the sticker still in the window… but boy, did I look a mess!
The driver of the car was a middle aged man and he sure was shook up. I think for a moment he thought he might have killed me, but the reality was that I had just launched off the bike and over the car, avoiding impact, which kept me from serious injury. Of course, I was quite the spectacle at that busy intersection — covered in blood — and I just wanted to escape all the scrutiny and go home. The driver wanted to call an ambulance but I refused. Then, he wanted to drive me home… I remember he said, “Please, I feel terrible! Let me help you!”
To this day, I’m really not sure why I didn’t let him help me. Pride maybe? But since my bike wasn’t seriously damaged, I just left and slowly rode the two miles to my folks’ house. Upon seeing Lauri’s car in the driveway, I actually contemplated for a minute how to let her see me… I looked like I had been through a cheese-grater. Sticking the uninjured side of my face around the doorway of the room she was in I said, “Don’t panic. I am ok. I just look really, really bad!” You know, it just occurred to me that if she only knew how often I would do stuff like that to myself, she might have decided not to marry me!
I realize today I should have allowed that guy to help me. Not only did I need medical treatment, but it would probably have helped him to see me receive the care I needed. I am forced to confront the reality that all too often in my life, I scorn help when it is needed or offered, and instead go it alone. Of course, that is a dangerous way to live spiritually.
Jesus said, “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.” Matthew 6:31-33 NLT
I am grateful that not only does God the Father know our needs, but He desires to meet our needs as well. Today, during our communion time, we will have a prayer time available for anyone who has a need that they would like to bring before the Father. One of the privileges of biblical community is that we can share each others’ burdens and bring them to Jesus together. Let’s never be afraid, or too proud, to seek God’s help, because the reality is He is pleased when we come to him in need.