The recounting of this story still chokes me up when I remember it. What to do when trouble is heaped on trouble? Or as Horatio Spafford put it after the death of his three daughters: “When sorrows like sea billows roll.” One wave may take your feet out from under you, but then the next and the next—what is the answer to trouble upon trouble? It can only be “grace upon grace” (Jn 1:16, New Translation). This grace “all sufficient” wasn’t spoken TO the man in the bed, but BY the man in the bed, and that makes it all the more real and certain.