L. A. Marzulli
I was rear ended on Friday by a 30 foot delivery truck. I was stopped at a light listening to a Gary Stearman lecture on the Supernatural, when the guy in the truck plowed into me. He never hit his breaks. The collision was very violent and it moved my 24 year-old-tank of a car—the steel frame saved me—into the car in front of me. My hat flew off my head and landed in the backseat.
When I got out of the car and examined the damage my heart sank, as I realized that the car was most likely totaled. About 5 minutes later pain began in my lower left back, left shoulder and left knee. The tow-truck came and I sat in the passenger seat as we towed my car about 20 miles to the body shop. I made small talk with the driver, as I began to sink into depression.
Peggy met me at the shop and we went to the Urgent Care, where a doctor checked me out. I didn’t need X-rays, as I had a full range of motion.
When we got home I braced myself for the pain, that I heard would most likely happen the day after the accident. I sank lower into a funk. By the next morning I had hit bottom.
I went for a two-mile run and the Holy Spirit reminded me of what my first mentor—and the man whom I dedicated The Cosmic Chess Match too—Wayne Kendal, taught me 36 years ago. It was one of the first lessons I learned from him. It was about recovery time. (I’m not talking about physical recovery time from an injury)
Here’s the gist of it. Stuff happens in everybody’s life, we are told in our Bibles that in the world we will have trouble but that Jesus overcame the world. (I’m paraphrasing)
In other words I was overwhelmed by the accident, the violence of it, the fact that my car was most likely totaled. The realization that the insurance company wasn’t going to give me what the car is worth as I had restored it to mint condition. I began to feel sorry for myself and as I stated I got depressed, bummed out, self-centered, self obsessed, petulant and I wanted to move far away and disappear…
So maybe I’m overreacting here, but I’m being honest. The low point was the next morning before the run.
I went to my running spot, stretched out and did a two-mile run a t a good clip. During the run, as I mentioned earlier, the Holy Spirit began to speak and He reminded me of Wayne’s instructions so long ago. I asked myself, how long was I going to remain in my self-induced funk? A day? A week? A month or a year….?
In other words this where the recovery time becomes crucial for us. Fortunately my recovery time was less than 24 hours and I began to pray asking the Lord to forgive my attitude and then the peace came.
Notice I didn’t get another car. The circumstances hadn’t changed an iota, but my attitude did, as I gave it over in prayer to Jesus, the Prince of Peace.
We have free will. I could have stayed in the bummed-out-mindset for who knows how long, and in fact many of us do just this. We allow the circumstances to dictate how we think and feel. They cloud our thinking rule our emotions.
The good news is when we release whatever it is, in prayer, the peace that the world can not give floods our souls.
It’s all about recovery time. If Wayne were still here he would have grinned at me said: Very good Marzulli…
I want to thank all of you who prayed for me as I truly believe the reason there is no lingering pain is because of the prayers that went to the throne room in my behalf.
One last item. The night of the accident there were three fires, close to us that surrounded us. They were all put out, but Peggy and I found it really weird. Coincidence? I think not.
The enemy hates us and comes to rob, kill and destroy. This is why we put on armor daily and wash our minds by the renewing of the word.