“If one falls down, his friend can help him up.” – Ecclesiastes 4:10
“Pushing down hard with his fists on the table-top he heaved himself up to where he was standing. For the first time we saw he wanted one leg. It was gone from the knee down. He was hopping sideways to reach for his stick in the corner when he lost his balance. He would have fallen in a heap if Brendan hadn’t leapt forward and caught him. ‘I’m as crippled as the dark world,’ Gildas said. ‘If it comes to that, which one of us isn’t, my dear?’ Brendan said. . . The truth of what Brendan said stopped all our mouths. We was cripples all of us. . . ‘To lend each other a hand when we’re falling,’ Brendan said. ‘Perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.’” (Excerpt from the novel Brendan by Frederick Buechner)
We are cripples all of us, and there is no better reminder than those times when we are forced to admit that we need a helping hand, if not a rescuer. Recently, high winds in our area blew down a portion of our wood fence creating the need for some temporary emergency repairs until we could find professionals who could fix it properly and permanently. Being the “rugged individualist” that I am, I thought surely I could shore it up myself, until I quickly realized that at my age I lacked both the strength and the agility that I once had, crippled in a sense by my aging body. Thankfully, two of my good neighbors recognized my plight and rushed to my aid, toolboxes in hand, much the way Brendan leapt forward to save Gildas from falling in a heap.
We are cripples all of us, physically, developmentally, mentally, or emotionally; some from birth, others resulting from accidents, traumas, or diseases. But I wonder if for many of us we are not even more crippled by our own arrogance, refusing to admit our weaknesses, convincing ourselves – and trying to convince others – that we are smarter and stronger and more capable than we really are.
“I’m as crippled as the dark world,” Gildas said, making no pretense of being otherwise, to which Brendan blurted out in response, “Which one of us isn’t,” thus silencing the whole room, revealing a deep and ancient truth dating back to the Book of Ecclesiastes. “Two are better than one,” it says. “If one falls down, his friend can help him up.” “Perhaps,” Brendan pondered, “that’s the only work that matters in the end.”