The Limp I Ignore

A Reflection on Psalm 32

I walk with a limp. I have for a long time. It goes back to a tragic wiffle ball injury when I was in college. I wish I had been doing something heroic—diving to make the game-winning catch—but no. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the world who has broken his ankle in two places and torn ligaments simply by picking up a wiffle ball after the game.…