November 20, 2018
On September 10 Rebekah fell in our living room and broke her neck. She had to be airlifted to St. Anthony in Denver. The cost, 35,000 dollars. The bill for four days at St Anthony was 42,000 dollars. Insurance paid the bulk of the bill. The outstanding amount not covered by insurance was $1,384.00. Friend Betsy won $1,300 at a penny slot machine and gave us her winnings. Her check arrived two hours before we received the bill. There have been other bills that have been dribbling in. Friends from all over came to our aid and helped us pay them. We see that as the family of God coming together giving aid where needed.
Rebekah has been back home since October 17. She is recovering. She has to wear a neck brace. Peter is not doing all that well. He is battling severe lower back and hip pain. He is using a walker to navigate from room to room. It all started when Rebekah broke her neck. Peter finally went to the local hospital. An x-ray showed that he had a compression fracture. In Peter’s case, the VA is covering the cost. Over the counter pain medication at first helped.
Peter laid down his sword on October 3 and stopped fighting. Please read Passing the Baton if you have not. Many have rushed to his aid, picked up this wounded warrior and on Sunday, November 11, Peter picked up his sword once more and is continuing with life. He is fighting again.
The Warrior is a Child
by Twila Paris
Lately I've been winning battles left and right,
But even warriors can get wounded in the fight.
People say that I'm amazing, strong beyond my years,
But they don't see inside of me: I'm hiding all the tears
Unafraid because his armor is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest.
People say that I'm amazing, never face retreat.
But they don't see the enemies that lay me at His feet.
They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down.
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and cry for just awhile.
Because deep inside this armor, the warrior is a child.
I do my best work as a writer when I have been called to the side of a fallen and wounded warrior. Compassion and anger causes this warrior to go into heroic overdrive and become fearless in the pursuit of evil. Compassion and anger causes him to expose and confront the evil that rule hearts. This warrior knows that turning over the tables of money-changers and challenging tradition may cost him his life; but he can’t do otherwise. Jesus could not do otherwise, neither could Martin Luther, Martin Luther King. Abraham Lincoln and countless others..
This warrior did not get shot at close range by a gun but by the ugly slander of people who sat at the same table with him – wolves in sheep’s clothing. Take a look so that you will know what these wolves look like. Read: Loved Forever – Lost Forever.
Peter needs a walker to move from room to room at the moment. Take a good look at the prayer shawl covering the backrest of the walker. If you can’t read what it says, here are the words: Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory. Let your hand be with me and keep me from harm so that I will be free of pain. The prayer of Jabez (1 Chronicles 4:9-10).
Why have I highlighted the exorbitant medical cost? I want people to walk and march alongside of me and challenge the way healthcare providers gouge hurting people and profit from the human dilemma. I want others to glean hope from the way God rescued us from the money-grabbing healthcare system. Unless we are fueled by a legitimate “mad”, we won’t go to war; we will not be able or willing to lay our lives down. Unless we are able to see the clever disguise of the enemy, we will waste our ammunition. Unless we live our life with purpose and precision, we will squander this precious life.
The friend who sent us the Jabez prayer shawl prophetically said, “Peter, God is raising up an army and will use outcasts, the misfits, the homeless to display His presence, power and love.” My spirit was jubilant when I heard those words.
Folks, I might need a walker just now to make it from room to room. My walker is more than a walker. I see it like a Sherman tank, crushing the head of Satan as it rolls along. On the seat of the walker is a picture of a copper penny. It shows the face of Abraham Lincoln, the emancipator of the slaves. I have asked Jesus to raise up 130,000 emancipators – one for every penny that friend Betsy won at the penny slot machine. Jesus is commanding the war from heaven, seated at the right-hand of the Father. President Franklin D. Roosevelt commanded the war efforts of the Second World War from a wheel-chair. Take heart - we can raise hell while sitting in a wheelchair or pushing a walker from room to room. Jesus, my Commander-in-Chief, is raising up an army and crushing the head of the serpent while sitting on a throne next to His Father. He is directing the war from heaven. We already know the score:|
Satan: Zero, Jesus: WON!
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