Is Trauma Terminal?
The definition reflects devastation: "Trauma: An injury (as a wound) to living tissue caused by an extrinsic agent...a disordered psychic or behavioral state resulting from mental or emotional stress"
Like potatoes in a pressure cooker, we 21st-century creatures understand the meaning of stress. A week doesn't pass without a few skirmishes with those "extrinsic agents" that beat upon our fragile frames. They may be as mild as making lunches for our kids before 7:30 a.m. (mild) or as severe as a collision with another car...or another person. Makes no difference. The result is "trauma" - a two-bit word from "nervous". Years ago, a stress test carried on by Dr. Thomas Holmes and his colleagues concluded that an accumulation of 200 or more "life change units" in any year may mean more disruption - more trauma - than an individual can stand. On their scale, death of a spouse equals 100 units, divorce represents 73 units, and Christmas equals 12 units! That helps explain the idea behind "something snapping" inside people when the final straw falls on them. Our capacity for trauma has its limits.
Eyes that read these words might very well be near tears. You are trying to cope without hope. You are stretched dangerously close to the "200-unit" limit -- and there's no relief on the horizon. You're bleeding and you've run out of bandages. You have moved from mild tension to advanced trauma. Be careful! You are in the danger zone, emotionally. You're a sitting duck, and the adversary is taking aim with both barrels loaded, hoping to open fire while you're vulnerable.
Jesus's words in Matthew 11:29-30 is our comfort. "Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me -- watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I don't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."
Nothing complicated. Just "come". Unload. Unhook the pack and drop it in His lap. Let HIM take your stress and you take His rest. If anyone understands trauma, He does.
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Paraphrased from Charles Swindoll's illustration, used in our church service this past Sunday.
I'm setting up my "recovery thread" in a few minutes since we'll be on the road tomorrow, surgery Friday. I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has comforted, assured, coaxed, informed, and loved me thus far on my "traumatic" journey. I've done my part. I'm ready. It's now in the hands of my OS, his team, and my Heavenly Father. Looking forward to doing the "happy dance" with all you hippies this weekend!
