The school day is over and you’re walking down the road with your friends.
Nothing so special about today. While chatting, you kick a small rock and chase after it only to give it another kick down the road. It’s hot. The sky affords no relief from the glaring sun. An occasional vehicle passes by leaving behind a plume of dust from the dry dirt road.
You’re at peace even though you may not eat again until tomorrow when lunch is served at your school. You’re used to it. You just don’t dwell on the emptiness in your belly. Lost in the playful antics of boys walking along the road you don’t see the impending danger…
Disoriented and unsure of what just happened, you open your eyes only to see the blurry red lights weaving in the far distance. Suddenly time stands still. Your surroundings are a blur; all you notice is the pounding beat of your heart, the rush of blood, the excruciating pain. You try to move, but you can’t. Your legs are crushed. Both of them. You’re in shock, crying in pain.
Your friends don’t know what to do. People nearby run to see if they can help. Barely conscious you are hardly aware of your dad as he tries to lift you into a borrowed vehicle to take you to a hospital. Hours have passed. Finally, the doctor speaks to your dad words that are incomprehensible. “The boy will never walk again.” They take you into surgery to attempt to stabilize your legs with rods and pins but they are unable to do much else. The doctor’s words echo in your semi-conscious state: “You’ll be disabled for life.” But, something inside you refuses to accept that. You know that one day you will indeed walk again.
That day came. God healed. Silas walks.