Many of us experience Acute Pain at some time in our lives: that pain which comes with injury, surgery, a specific illness, or that happy pain occasion known to the female gender—childbirth. (Happy despite its intensity, due to the normal outcome of childbirth pain.)
Acute Pain is frequently unbearable; we cannot stand it—and something must be done. In fact, nature’s purpose in Acute Pain is to send out an alarm when drastic action is needed. Thus when my wrist is scalded by steam rising from my teakettle, I rush to the cold water tap and let the water run for many minutes. I’ve suffered fractures, one in an ankle and two more simultaneously in an arm bone (accompanied by a dislocated wrist). The ensuing pain and shock from these fractures left no doubt about the necessity for emergency treatment.
However the most severe Acute Pain in my life was caused by a blocked colon due to diverticulitis. When someone asks me what that was like, I enter the Frozen Silence Mode. I pray I’ll never have to go back there, even in memory—and certainly not in conversation, except to comment that I’m eternally grateful for those large doses of morphine administered to me in the ER. Viva le coquelicot!
With the obvious exception of childbirth throes, Acute Pain is an uninvited guest—and a terrible one, at that. Most Acute Pain doesn’t even have the decency to knock on our door, or ring the bell. Some Acute Pain may come on gradually, but more often it just appears out of nowhere—without warning. One moment we are living our routine lives, and the next minute there it is. We hate it, we fight it, and that is exactly what we are supposed to de. A rude, uninvited guest has no place in our life—and the sooner it leaves, the better!
However there is another kind of uninvited guest that comes to stay. This guest may be related to Acute Pain but it is vastly different. Frequently less intense, it is apt to arrive quietly. It doesn’t barge in demanding immediate attention. Instead it moves with stealth, yet with all its baggage. The quiet guest is prepared to hang out with us in all seasons, while planning to accompany us everywhere we go—gradually, insiduously attempting to wear us down inside and out until we accept its presence and determine to rebuild our lives on its terms.
The silent guest may go from room to room, hiding in one area and emerging in another. There are days when we can actually ignore it, but then it surfaces again, reminding us that it’s here to stay. This uninvited guest is called Chronic Pain.
Whereas Acute Pain serves a purpose of rousing us to immediate action, the role of Chronic Pain is very clearly to change one’s life—often forever! And the life change evoked by Chronic Pain can be either dismal and devastating or wonderfully liberating, depending greatly on choices made by the individual experiencing the pain.
I know of sad instances where Chronic Pain has caused people to give up trying to live. Recently I sorrowed to hear a woman who suffers chronic back (and generalized arthritic) pain say “Life just isn’t any fun anymore”. I sorrowed because I also have these considerable pain issues—a legacy from my maternal grandmother. I watched my Grandma Rose relax, accept, and live stalwartly through arthritic pain—and also my father and sister, my only sibling. They never said, “Life isn’t any fun anymore” because they chose to affirm life to the very end.
My sister was wheel-chair ridden for several years before she died, yet she never lost her verve and her spectacular sense of humor. Ardis always was a raving beauty, and she maintained her classy (and classic!) grooming throughout her most difficult days. She went through life without a hair out of place, literally and metaphorically speaking.
It’s evident that some recipients of Chronic Pain will either hate it or (as odd as this may sound to some of you) love it! Since Chronic Pain is my legacy and inescapable reality, I have chosen to accept and love it and it has loved me back a thousandfold. Here are just a few of the ways in which my uninvited guest, Chronic Pain, has changed my life—and consequently loved me back:
1) Chronic Pain has lifted me from preoccupation with my own physical health and well-being. When attacked by Acute Pain, even those of us who know that God is in charge of our every moment are apt to forget in the stress of the moment and pose the question “Why me?” But to respond affirmatively to either Acute and/or Chronic Pain we can more properly ask “Indeed! Why not me?”
We realize that we are a part of a continuing human story which devotes vast chapters to documenting suffering in terms of illness and pain. So why not me? Why should I be exempt, and how could I ever have presumed to be so unique as to never suffer while on this flawed and fallen planet earth?
2) Chronic Pain (along with Acute Pain as well) has rendered me extra sensitive. My pain has made me a kind of “raw nerve” which responds to the pain in others: a family member who suffers incredibly hard living conditions, a dear friend who is recovering from an accident resulting in surgery and much pain, those families in the aftermath of the Boston tragedy who are enduring incredible sorrow and loss. When these people come to mind, I sometimes stop in my tracks and weep—and I pray.
3) Chronic Pain has caused me to grab ahold of life and hang on with all my strength—deriving joy from every moment, and responding with gratitude for every person in my life, and every blessing—large or small. My pain is not whom I am. I am not dominated by my pain. LIFE is whom I am—abundant life in Christ. I am dominated by Him, and His abundant LIFE!!
4) Chronic Pain has motivated me to seize a dream and bring it to fruition. All of my life, I have loved the visual arts—especially painting. Schooled in music and language, I pursued those arts with a passion throughout the years—yet I thought that paints and paint brushes were for other people, those who had “talent”.
Then 7 years ago, with the silent, insiduous onset of chronic pain I needed a new dedication. Something snapped inside my head, and I decided to forget about “talent”. The time had come to do what I secretly wanted to do, which was to paint—even if my attempts would result in total failure. The result of this resolve has been a pastime yielding joy which defies description—a pastime which has amazed me by drawing me closer to others, as well as piloting me through many a pain-punctuated day or night.
Occasionally I hear someone attest that pain, either acute or chronic, is not God’s plan for believers. I certainly agree that God did not create pain. He does not make us sick, or cause us to break a bone or live with ongoing infirmity.
But does God allow pain? Most certainly, yes—ultimately for our good and His glory. Some Christians will promote the idea that healing is always God’s will, but I fervently disagree with that! There are cases where God works mightily (and especially!) through our illness or pain—in unprecedented ways.
The world views illness and pain to be handicaps and less than desirable, but those are not Christian views. We live in a fallen world, yet God has brought redemption and restoration in the midst of those conditions which reflect the fall! What better witness to God’s creativity than a joy-filled life in less than “ideal” circumstances?
The Apostle Paul’s infirmity was not removed from him, regardless of Paul’s prayers. Instead, God said, “My grace is sufficient for you.” And God says the same thing to us today. His grace is sufficient, to turn what some consider to be a scourge and a curse into a beautiful state of existance—living graciously above the circumstances of poor health or Chronic Pain.
I have shocked a lot of people by stating what I fervently know to be true: that for the Christian believer, illness and pain are Holy Ground. Of course all of life is to be Holy Ground for us. But when we reflect God’s peace and serenity in the midst of what the world considers to be undesirable and unpleasant, we really are claiming Holy Ground.
Some of my friends pray that God will heal my Chronic Pain issues, and I appreciate their concern. But I never, never pray for my own healing. Of course God could heal, if He so desired. But at my age of nearly 80 years, I know that a much more appropriate prayer is, “Lord, help me to live joyously and victoriously on this Holy Ground of Chronic Pain, which you’ve entrusted to me.”
A curse or a blessing? Chronic Pain will be whatever we choose. I love the pain which God has allowed me, the pain which is constantly blessing me by loving me back. It’s Holy Ground!
Margaret L. Been, ©2013
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