Sometimes the Sacred just breaks in and our daily lives take on the sort of special significance we usually think is reserved for heroes and saints. And yet it is so ordinary that when one tries to dissect it there is nothing different from any other moment except that one has stood on holy ground!
I had the good fortune to experience such a moment today. As a physical therapist I work with children and adults with significant physical and cognitive disabilities. I have recently started seeing a young man 18 years old. Joshua (I am not using his real name for reasons of confidentiality) weighs about 45 pounds. He was born with a genetic disorder known as PMD, which results in extreme weakness and tight, spastic muscles that if left untreated will result in physical deformity. Joshua is too weak to stand on his own and can not even keep his head and trunk up without some type of support. Therefore, I must put him in a special body brace as well as a standing frame. His mother and I strapped him in and tilted the stander to near vertical. That's when the sacred encounter occured. When I looked over at Joshua with his feet resting on blocks and his sagging trunk and outstretched arms, I was struck by how like Jesus hanging on the cross he seemed. In fact, the two seemed indistinguishable at that moment.
This was for me a sacred encounter. What struck me the most was that during this moment how stupid and irrelevant our divisions and dogmatic disputes were when all that really mattered was to ease Joshua's suffering. I was priveledged to be able to help with this, and felt blessed.