It took me several years after Fulton’s accident, to accept the reality he would never again, this side of heaven, be handsome or full of charisma. I had to come to grips he would be seen as a cripple the rest of his life. It’s hard to admit that but it’s true. Unless God performs a miracle, what you see is what you get.
But God has been impressing upon me a great passage about the Messiah found in Isaiah 53, “He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.” (Isaiah 53:2b) Think of this, when Jesus walked on the earth, he was not handsome at all. In fact, he didn’t even look like a king, for scripture tells us, “He had no majesty”. Perhaps he looked like your average Jew, just a commoner. But it doesn’t matter. All our beauty soon fades, we are strapped with a dying body.
It finally hit me, Fulton has done more in his brokenness than he would have ever done in his fleeting but handsome days. That will mean so much more in eternity!