A day of ministry in Christ’s kingdom is far better than a thousand days lived in pursuit of self-destructive pleasures. And for me (please hear me, my friend, and weigh the import of these words), a day in this wheelchair serving Him, a day representing Him though in the grip of this unrelenting pain, is better than a thousand self-fulfilled days lived pain free and on my feet. It’s a lesson people like Pam and me are learning every day.
