No, I don’t need an evacuation-plan gospel that tells me this world is hopelessly sinking, so I should give up on it and jump into the lifeboat bound for heaven. Instead, I need a transformation-plan gospel, the kind that inspired our ancestors stuck in their own existential threats to seek a way when no way was visible.
Life in a wheelchair some days can feel like I’m stuck, locked in a helpless rut of immovability. It’s not always easy but, in those moments I try looking for, praying, and seeking hope in transformation not through escapism of this life, but in transformational change in my life. When the world gets smaller, go deeper.
