I know you’re looking for some kind of story where I injured myself and am hobbling around with the aid of crutches. Well, I hate to disappoint you. I have an invisible set of crutches. What on Earth could I mean?
Many people are guilty of accusing Christians for using God as a crutch. I am proud to say that I am weak and that I need the Lord. I need His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, who saved my soul when I was 6 years old. I need His direction. His strength is made perfect in weakness according to 2 Corinthians 12.
Go ahead! Tell me about my crutch! And I will proudly brag on Him and His power in my life. I can assure you that I will hold on to these crutches for the rest of my life.