When people say that Jesus is just a crutch for us to lean on, it used to bother me until the day I needed crutches and realized the value of them.
Pushed down between the subway and the platform, I almost lost my leg. When it was time to be released from the hospital, they sent me with crutches to support my healing. When we arrived home my husband supported me on one side, while the crutches, held under my armpit, supported my weight more evenly. For the next several weeks those crutches stayed by my side assisting me wherever I needed to go. They supported me when I stood up and they held securely as I put pressure on them to sit down. Crutches are used to support you through your healing process. So when some say Jesus is my crutch I won’t get offended because He has supported me through the most difficult times in my life…
Emotional damage from my body being inappropriately fondled (violated) throughout my childhood and teens at home which propelled me into men using me for their gain. Becoming a single mother at 21 years old, and then watching my precious baby being hospitalized at less than a week old with an extremely high temperature, almost in convulsions and near death over a 2 week battle. The doctors and specialists didn’t know what was wrong; they just knew that “things didn’t look good”. I sunk into deep hurt; crippling fear reared its ugly head once again. I somehow blamed myself and I prayed but really pleaded in from the belly of despair and undeveloped faith—a wounded soul.
Met and married in 7 months. An abortion at 25 years old which led to almost 2 years of being a functioning depressed person, trapped in guilt, shame, condemnation and hurt since my childhood, only feeling loved by my precious Grandma and Grandpa who represented the love of Christ in my life. Living a crippling fear-based, people-pleasing, needy, wounded, heart-guarded lifestyle where faith didn’t have a chance–Saved but not in relationship with the God-head. I didn’t feel worthy of one. I was too wounded and hid it well! You see I had learned how to keep secrets because that’s what I had been taught at home but the truth is if you live hostage to your secrets you are not living at all and Satan will use your secrets to hinder your life! As I cried out in repentance and asked Jesus whom I had known since my childhood but was beginning to truly know as an adult, He forgave me and said, “Come to Me, Daughter and let me cleanse you, bind up the wounds and restore your crushed spirit”.
Through all of this, Jesus was there supporting me even when I thought I didn’t deserve His covering. When I could barely stand up from the hurts; crushed in spirit, pained in my soul, I knew that someone was holding me up when I couldn’t hold myself up. His name was Jesus.
The sudden and tragic loss of my 23 year old younger brother, a gun shut to his head by his own hands. I thought I would die the pain was so riveting. The sudden loss of my Grandma, 5 months before my wedding–the woman who taught me to walk with Jesus, was now in His presence but the pain in my heart was wrenching. I still needed her so much but I remembered her words as she taught me in my childhood, “Lisa, you’ll always need Psalm 27:13-14 to use as a prayer so learn it now” and she was right. Releasing the hand of my Grandpa, my hero, the man who loved me purely, was painful but I knew it was time, Jesus called his name.
Through friendships that hurt me deeply—betrayal, being used for what their needs were but never caring to really get to know Lisa. Being dismissed and rejected by women that I called friend. My heart almost hardened in those hurts but Jesus said, “Daughter, I’m a friend that sticks closer than any brother. I’m the Friend that laid my life down for you. I love you and I’ll never you or forsake you.”
Through all of this, and so much more than what I can write here to you, I knew that somehow someone was holding me up when I couldn’t hold myself up. His name was Jesus.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds [curing their pains and their sorrows]. Psalm 147:3 (AMP)
After each situation, Jesus either supported me with His strength, or when I was too weak to even stand, he’d lift, carry and restore me. He’ll do the same for you if you trust Him. We put crutches into the closet once we’re done with them; I don’t put Jesus away once I’m restored. I walk with Him during the good times so that when the hurts of life come and my hand feels like it’s slipping he grips me so I don’t fall. When my flesh wants to rise up in situations, he reminds me that I’m His and He has me covered! Jesus, a crutch? I choose to say, I confess my need for Him and I’m thankful that we continue to walk together. Are you walking with Him? He’s calling you. Will you answer?
Lisa Shaw knows that Jesus’ love is the story of her life. She’s founder of LisaShawCares.com. She’s a Bible Teacher, Event Speaker, Author of You Are Beautiful in God’s Eyes, host of the Whole Woman online radio program, an ordained Pastor, Personal Christian Consultant who helps women and married couples to build and blossom in their lives and a Freelance Writer who enjoys writing over a hot cup of Chai Tea. Her most favorite role is the privilege of being wife to her husband of 24 years, Peter and Mother to two, Grandma to two and Mother in law to one. Lisa believes the quote that people don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care. She cares. Visit with her here at www.LisaShawCares.com