Wow. To have someone’s attention for almost an hour. For them to ask important questions that you are required to answer in order to continue. For them to pay attention to the problem – one of the few actually identifiable problems – and work with you to fix it. For them to assemble, immediately, a course of action to fix it and begin right then and there. And to include multiple possibilities – none to be set in stone, but each to be tried in order to find success. To be under scrutiny, but to feel safe. And to not feel like chopped liver.
Yes, I visited a chiropractor for the first time yesterday. And I was shy about it. I had absolutely no idea whatsoever to expect. A portion of me was worried that there would be nothing wrong that was worthy of the visit. Why did I think I would be laughed at and patronized? And sent away with nothing…
There were some requirements here. I had to be in pain – enough to want to seek help (with a little bit of arm twisting.) I had to make the call. Let me say it again… I had to make the appointment. I had to set things in motion. And I had to answer the questions. Truthfully. Honestly. Openly. Some things are easy to hide and others – not so much. I didn’t even realize at one point I was close to tears. And I pretty much held my breath the whole time. How refreshing to have someone to tell you to breathe. And of course, I had to follow instructions even when I wasn’t being scrutinized.
All this to say, that I made an awful lot of appointments in the last two years and this might have been one of two that were actually productive. If I recall correctly, the other one was very similar to this one. I started the meeting in motion. There were pages and pages of questions that I had to answer, painfully, honestly. And then each was addressed and we began to work upon the bigger picture. In retrospect, that should have been continued. Over and over again. I have one issue – we should have made an appointment for the future. When we left … there was no feeling of a future meeting. There was no, “I”ll see you again in a few weeks.” Not even a, “Call me if things go wrong.” But I didn’t really expect anyone to check up on me. Not even a doctor will cold call you to make sure that you’re still fine. Just, I KNOW I’m going back for adjustment today. And maybe a few each week for a couple of weeks. I even know what will be the next step if it doesn’t get better.
So, who was the last person who asked if you read your Bible? Who was the last person who asked if you meditate on God’s Word. When was the last time someone held you accountable to memorize verses of Scripture? When was the last time someone inquired after your prayer life? When was the last time you answered the question, “How are you?” truthfully.
My back is a small thing in the greater picture. My spiritual life means life in Heaven or death in Hell.
…when slandered, we entreat. We have become, and are still, like the scum of the world, the refuse of all things.
1 Corinthians 4:13 (ESV)
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