After my accident in 1991, I remember:
When I looked up, all I could see was a black metal circle and two screws sticking out of my forehead. There were two more screws behind my ears. We called it my “crown of thorns.” Four bars connected the circle to a leather vest. It had kept my neck still for three months so the broken bones could fuse.
One day, a doctor I’d never seen before came into my room and said, “I’m going to remove your halo screws today. The x-rays they took yesterday show the bones in your neck are fused. When was your vest taken off and the cervical collar put on?”
“Yesterday, after the x-rays,” I whispered through my tracheostomy.
“Good,” she said. Showing me a wrench she’d brought in she continued, “Now this won’t hurt.”
At first, all I felt was pressure as each screw was turned, but it must have looked awful because my sister, Bobbi, was sitting on the floor in front of me holding my hand and crying.
“Ouch!” It was hurting.
Nobody was paying attention to me. Finally, Bobbi felt me move my hand, looked up and saw my distress.
“My hair!” I mouthed.
Some hair had twisted around the screw and the doctor didn’t know what to do. “I can’t screw it back in.”
“Cut it!” I cried.
A few minutes later, “Well the last screw is out. How does that feel?”
The pain and muscle spasms in my neck were unbelievable. I had to lean back and let the headrest on my wheelchair support me. Frustrated, I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me.
As I sat in tears, God reminded me it was Good Friday. Traditionally, it was the day Jesus’ Crown of Thorns was placed on His head. – Today mine was removed.
Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed. (Isaiah 53:4-5 NIV)
My crown of thorns was insignificant. His Crown of Thorns was my healing.
In Christ Alone,