From conception I had issues. I had a bad heart.
There was hope for me, yet when I was born I was dead, with a mangled and crippled body.
But I was revived.
I was given life.
I was given a new heart.
I was ridiculed by many of the people around me. Pitied by some. Encouraged by few. I had days of wishing to die in my crippled state, or even to make my state worse out of spite.
But throughout my life each crippled and disabled limb was made right and new. It was a long, slow process, but it was a journey of beauty.
First, I was given hearing in my ears, then I received sight in my eyes. Each limb was gradually straightened and righted until I could walk perfectly, without erring in my step. It took a while, and I remember the first time it happened. It was when I first stepped through the gates.
And last of all I was given a mind of perfect understanding and a heart that beat pure and steady.
Now I am made whole.
I am Christian.
A little bit of an allegory. Had the idea last night. :)