JESUS MADE ME CARRY MY BED!
JESUS MADE ME CARRY MY BED! I was born and raised a cripple. I couldn't even begin to crawl like all children as a baby since I was paralyzed from my mother's womb, waist down! Just how do I begin to tell my sad story to you? I don't know. Mine was a life of wishful thinking as I lay down for thirty-eight years watching all the able-bodied people whoosh past my face, going about their business! All I could do, was just lay down there and wished I was a bird. Sometimes, my mind comforted me by reminding me: at least, I wasn’t blind. But the pain of wearing the same pair of shoes for years, balked me down to the level of depression! I was very sad and hurting inside every single day! Now, there were many of us, people with all kinds of disabilities: all hoping to jump ahead of the rest into the Pool when the Angel of the Lord stirred the waters once in a while. There were, impotent folk, of blind, halt, withered, etcetera: all hoping for the miracle of winning the r...