Abiding Grace: The Joy of Feeling Pain

Pain is, undeniably, one of the gifts of life.  It is beneficial to our existence.  Yet it also leads to unpleasant living conditions.

Pain is a four letter word, however, with vast contents.  All types of pain can not be discussed in detail here.  Very broadly speaking, it can be categorized into two:

One, physical pain – caused by injury, illness, and the likes.  Two, mental or emotional pain, which might be caused by sufferings, torments, depression, and many more.

Here we will be talking more about physical pain.  It is because of God’s abiding grace that we can recover from all types of pain.  And that too, in its different ways, according to the type of pain.

As mentioned before, (in my previous posts) I had the privilege of visiting hospitals several times due to my illness.  Those visits were followed by few tests in the diagnostic centers.  One, very simple, pain was the needle prick for drawing samples, which was needed for testing.

Another time, I’d also witnessed, me rushing to Emergency Block of hospitals either in my conscious or unconscious state.  When one becomes unconscious, one does not feel any type of pain.  As long as we didn’t wake up, we cannot feel the pain, which is not a normal occurrence for one who’s still alive.

So, here we can call pain a blessing.  And, to be able, to feel the pain is a greater joy.  It is a sign of us being alive!  Many of the pain we met in our daily walk of life do not need treatment.  Does it simply come and go by itself?  Do you know who heal all those pains?  I did.

When one became unconscious, one can hardly feel the pain.  Again, when we began to recover from unconscious state, we are back into the process of recovering.  We can feel painful due to the abiding grace bestowed upon us.

A still from VEEG
Pain

More importantly, when we can tell the doctors the type of pain we are suffering or identify the exact location in our body, it helps in diagnosing the cause, which could become an important step for starting treatment.

Some of the pain did not get healed, even after all possible treatment.  There is a purpose behind it too.  Some might be blessed to know the reason behind it while some might not be.  There is an upside to everything.

Almost the same goes with emotional pain.  In simple terms, we can suffer emotional pain because we are still alive.  Sometimes we hurt another person and sometimes people hurt us, those are normal.  Yet, it is very difficult to bear emotional pain.

Emotional pain is hard to cure but it can be cured.  Those of us who are blessed with good people around can easily get rid of the pain.  Moreover, this pain can be bear together with few selective people unlike physical pain.  Let me leave it for you to decide, which one is more severe.

A good listener, even without an advice, can help cure emotional pain apart from the trained counselors.  Moreover, reminding ourselves of His abiding grace, which is sufficient and free for all, help us in recovering from emotional pain.

It might not be wrong to say, ‘Thank you, dear God. For, I could feel the pain!’  It depends on the individual and in our approach to life.  I am also one among those people to live with pain, almost every day.

Yes and I also agree, we cannot downplay the fact that all types of pain are very hard to bear at that particular moment or time.  Yet, with God everything is possible!

Again, let us be thankful.  A thankful heart is worth a million!

 

Please feel free to comment or add something about your thoughts.

Destination Home

It was one among those many days, where I needed to rush home soon, before the end of normal working hours.  Sometimes, I needed rest or medication even in the middle of the day.  On a normal days, I always waited for working hours to end.  I’d do double checking of the work performed in the day to make sure there were no hanging transactions.  I’d even help my colleagues in doing that.

But many times, I had to rush out from the air-conditioned room, as my neurological disorder threatens to strike anytime.  As always, I need space and fresh air.  It was difficult to be in a close room.   But then I need to get home by any means. I’d entered underground subway station, which was rather crowded and lack fresh air.  I waited for a few minutes after which I boarded the train with destination to my residence.

Three or four stations passed by before I need to get out as I sense something is wrong in my body.  The positive side was that I am blessed with auras, which give me time to react or take medicines. On a normal days, I need not get down before I reached my destination.

I’d sat there on the ground leaning my back on the erstwhile pillar inside the underground subway station.  I’d called home informing my situation and the name of the subway station I’m in.  I’d request them to call in my cell phone after every five or ten minutes, to check on me or to help keep me awake.

To get home, I knew, I had to get back on train but I can’t until my condition gets better.  At last, I took my stance and decided to get back on the next trains.  Without doing that I could never get home.  The insecurities I had at these times were indescribable.   Many times I don’t know whether I would even get home, ever.  Will I be brought to hospital first or at home, was the big question looming large in my mind.

Now I want you to consider something here:  Jesus bore my iniquities to the cross before I was even born.  That was more than enough to get me home with Him in eternity.  To have that privilege, I need to do just one thing on my part, to confess my iniquities and give my life to Him.  That is the beginning of my journey towards eternal life.  However, if I didn’t take that particular step, the eternal life promised becomes and will always be a distant dream.  We were more valuable to Him than we value ourselves.  We are made to His children lest we deny it.

As you can see, I need to do something on my part to get home despite my illness threatening.  In the same way, I need to make my decision or take necessary step to have that promise of eternal life even after death.  Missed your chance? No problem, this is another chance because I am reminding you now.  Let Him have your life, it will be renewed.  I also let few trains had passed but I need to get up despite my problem.

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.*

Back to my journey home, it doesn’t matter whether I ended up being in a hospital first before I get home.  I am blessed to get home to be with my family.  These are the adversities that drew me closer to God.  It may be mentioned here that many times  ‘the WHY ME, GOD? WHY? moments’ struck me.   But He carried me through on His shoulder to let me see the beauty of another day.  And I am more than thankful for that.

All my sufferings are nothing in comparison with the sufferings Jesus Christ bear for us in his final days.  The humiliation, the curse, the physical torture, the loneliness, the pain…., all suffered for me to live.  He will lead me home, one day.

 *1 Corinthians 1:18