I am sitting in the lobby of the hotel in Grand Junction. I am traveling with the men's and women's basketball teams from CCU this weekend. The lobby is all Christmased out! And it is snowing outside....it feels like Christmas. Especially since there is a drunk lady sitting in the same lobby....she had a little too much fun at the Christmas party.
I was sitting at practice this afternoon when one of my girls went down. She says that her knee hurts and feels "funny". Everything she tells me points to a torn ACL. This team is already low in numbers and this is the last thing they need. This is the part of my job as a trainer that I hate. When I have to look a girl in the eye and tell her that her season could potentially be over.
I tell the coaches and they are obviously upset. They stop practice, tell the girls the situation. In the middle of their practice, the day before a game, they stop for five minutes, lay hands on the injured player and pray. I have never been in a setting like this and it gives me goosebumps. Tears even come to my eyes.
I get to thinking, how can I as an athletic trainer believe that prayers is going to heal her ACL when I know, based on physiological knowledge of the body, that that isn't the way it really works. That is when I realized how ridiculous I was. God is so much bigger than lost games and torn ACL's!
Why can't the creator heal the body that he created? Where is my faith?
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