Lenten Reflection–Into the Lives of Others

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The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt.
Thomas Merton

We want to avoid suffering, death, sin, ashes. But we live in a world crushed and broken and torn, a world God Himself visited to redeem. We receive his poured-out life, and being allowed the high privilege of suffering with Him, may then pour ourselves out for others.
Elisabeth Elliot

Much of my professional work as a physician involves helping people avoid suffering. Either I strive to prevent illness, or address symptoms early, or once someone is very sick or injured, try to mitigate the discomfort and misery. Sometimes I am able to help. Too often they are futile efforts. At that point all I can give is myself, caring for my patient as best I can. There is no medication, no physical manipulation or surgery, no magic touch that makes the difference that love can.

In a flawed and broken world, there will be suffering that cannot be prevented. We can run, but we can’t hide. It is avoidance that hurts us most. For some, it is the temporary anesthesia of alcohol or other recreational substances, a burrowing into numbness that prevents feeling anything at all. For others, it is the neverending quest for fulfillment in pleasure, which is transient and hollow, or accumulating material goods, which eventually bore, become obsolete and pile up in landfills.

He poured Himself into us as He suffered. In turn, thus filled, we have ourselves to give.

Nothing else lasts. Nothing else matters.

I’m not sure God wants us to be happy. I think he wants us to love, and be loved. But we are like children, thinking our toys will make us happy and the whole world is our nursery. Something must drive us out of that nursery and into the lives of others, and that something is suffering.
C. S. Lewis

2 thoughts on “Lenten Reflection–Into the Lives of Others

  1. All so true. I frequent a very authentic Irish pub here in Dallas,where I occasionally go to have a pint of Guiness and engage the wonderful mix of people young and old there, from SMU students just across the freeway to the old retired gray beard professor types and the suburban types who drive in. Don’t go usually on Saturday night because it can get too rowdy but stopped by last night just to see what was going on with the weekend long St Pat’s stuff and the drunken revelers were pouring out way beyond the usually peaceful and scenic patio area, just scores of people who probably had been drinking since the annual Dallas 10 a.m. St Pat Day parade where people and the route ends at the pub. Elbowed my way past a lot of way too drunk people of all ages, and the usually sparkling clean bathroom was trashed, and the many off duty officers hired were had made more arrests this year than usual, one of the young servers who’s an SMU grad student told me. (She asked me to say a prayer for her, which I did on the spot, whispering the prayer in her ear; an i nteresting holy moment.) Anyway, the irony of a day commemorating a Christian saint wasn’t lost on me, nor the way people numb themselves to avoid feeling life in the fullness of life. Not one to be too judgmental because I was no saint in my own misspent youth and don’t claim to be now. Still, seems to be more people, and not necessarily the young, seeking “temporary anasthesia” than ever. Just a few rambling thoughts about what the old reporter in me observed last night. Blessings on you, Barnstormer.

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