Not Your Typical Lesson in Giving Thanks | Dale Ahlquist | CWR
We lost the garden, but we found a hope that put the whole glory of creation into a new perspective.
A strange thing happened to me the other day. My left knee went on strike. Refused to do its assigned job. Abandoned its work altogether. As so often happens in these cases, there were consequences to be had. The most notable was that I found myself unable to walk. I had been making my way across a large parking lot into a large retail establishment (too large, perhaps), and by the time I got inside the store I was clinging to wall displays and shopping carts and unsuspecting customers until I got the attention of a clerk who promptly rounded up a wheelchair and returned me to my car. It was obvious that I was not going to be buying anything, and I was taking up a perfectly good parking place. Best to get me out of there.
The rest of my day involved sitting on a couch in my study, not at all a bad place to be, but looking and acting shockingly helpless. At least I was shocked. My family has always known that I am helpless, but this time I was in on it.
All those simple steps one takes for granted—getting a pencil, getting a book, getting a glass of water—were suddenly not simple at all. And not granted. Almost impossible. Even moving a short distance became an elaborate and painful production.
So naturally I thought of G.K. Chesterton.
Something similar happened to him. He sprained his foot and experienced the same consequences that I experienced: that is, he (1.) found himself limited to the use of only one leg, and (2.) wrote an essay about it. His was better than this one, of course. Under the typically paradoxical title, “The Advantages of Having One Leg,” he reflected on how the real annoyances in life are not worth complaining about but rather, opportunities to give thanks, especially to give thanks for the things we have forgotten to be thankful for. “This world and all our powers in it are far more awful and beautiful than we even know until some accident reminds us.”
We will appreciate both our legs much more if we try standing on just one of them. We will appreciate the splendid vision of a visible things by winking with both eyes. “The way to love anything,” says Chesterton, “is to realize that it might be lost.” Wise words worth repeating. “The way to love anything is realize that it might be lost.”
He makes the same point in his great book Orthodoxy, where he talks about the famous story of Robinson Crusoe: