It was April of 2007 and I sat beside a hospital bed, holding the hand of my 15-year-old son and listening to the whir of the machines that were breathing for him, measuring the pressure in his brain, and delivering medicine. My child was so bruised and swollen that he was almost unrecognizable. Physicians had just told us that if he survived, he would spend his remaining years in a chronic vegetative state. “God, you are the giver of life. You know what it is like to lose a son,” I prayed, “Just as your Son was resurrected, please resurrect mine.”
My wife, Julie, and I were devastated; we could not even provide for our own basic needs. Christ told us, “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” We were surrounded by those that chose to lay down their lives for us. One friend stayed with us every day of our stay at Duke. He made sure we were fed both physically and spiritually.
Pastors and friends surrounded us in prayer every day. One friend went to the chapel every day of our stay to pray for my family for an hour. There were so many people willing to give of their time that the medical center staff had to give us a special room for the supporters of Robbie to meet and pray.
God is the giver of life, and my son was indeed resurrected. Today he has limitations and at times, he struggles. He never struggles with his belief in a God that gives us life and works through the people to give support. We thank God for the innumerable blessings bestowed on us. “His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”