Chronic illness and health – a meditation on Job, ‘Be Not Afraid’ and my own experienceChronic illness makes me angry. And it makes me afraid. That is it is a visceral rather than intellectual experience. Sure I can think about it and reflect on it but above all I feel it Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning? Why must I walk about mournfully Because of the oppression of the enemy? And the night that said ‘a man child is conceived’ Let that day be darkness! May God above not seek it, or light shine on it. And you offer me moral platitudes I batter at the edge of human experience And you want to make everything nice All I know is the way things are I experience my own suffering I feel the truth of my own existence And it is this that I present to God … My words are ended, only God remains Joe -- a story about chronic illnessI hate my life. It is a story without sense or meaningMy birth was a tragedy My conception a farce My life a horror story from beginning to end Stillbirth would have been a blessing Miscarriage a joy Perinatal mortality a cause for celebration Anything better than this crude, malicious plot No doctor can diagnose my agony No guru chart my way to freedom No philosopher makes sense of madness All that exists is the bewildered story of my pain Then Dr Eli spoke May I be permitted to speak, Not for myself, but on behalf of my profession? You should not so easily dismiss The science and the skills of modern medicine Every year we make extraordinary advances Our diagnostic skills are unparalleled And there are many treatments For every kind of disease: both acute and chronic Put yourself in the hands of a skilled physician He will soon diagnose your complaint And if she finds no organic basis A psychiatrist could treat and restore your mind But Joe responded My heart is heavy. I am crushed Gravity is reversed And the earth weighs down on me. My pain cannot be measured What use is your medicine? You prod and you poke and you dissect my spirit But it brings no relief You forget that I am a human being in anguish My life has come to an end My body evaporates So why should I be reasonable I have no status to protect. I have ceased to exist Then Belle the healer spoke You are full of negative energy It is not surprising your body is sick We all know bad thoughts create bad karma It is as inevitable as the dying of the sun The cause of your sickness is in your soul You have let darkness become your light Illusion has become your reality Let go of your pain and all will be well! But Joe replied Do you think I don't know this? Of course my soul is sick Sick with fear and dread and terror But what good does it do to have this knowledge? I do not deny my suffering I do not blame someone else for what I am But I can see no purpose in my suffering It comes and it goes on without explanation O universe! Why was I born? Why was my story begun in joy Only to end in terror and despair? It is a callous joke, without meaning Then the Rev Sofia spoke You should listen to what your friends say Do not despair of medicine It can achieve amazing things Which a few years ago were not possible And yes, you should examine your heart Do not be afraid. Be ruthlessly honest. Perhaps there is lurking there some hidden sin, A guilt too terrible to admit If you do these things God will surely come to you You will be amazed We must believe that by repentance and faith God will bring our healing But Joe responded to his three friends Oh yes you are very sensible Your arguments are rational and sound You truly have the wisdom of God But I have no use for you I have not rejected God Just because he hasn't given me What I think is my right. I do not think God is here to pamper me But God is far stranger Than we ever imagined His mystery demands silence Not your half digested babblings Life is trouble and pain and strife Begun in anguish, it ends in despair Don't pretend it is anything else We will die and our words will die with us. Then Dr Eli spoke once more Come now Joe let us think about this We are both rational men We have studied long and hard And come to understand somethings about this world Science is our best way of achieving knowledge, Through it we uncover the secrets of nature: The wonders of the natural world are revealed And its mysteries made plain to man So you should still have hope May be medicine has not yet cured you, But we are always learning more Be persistent and you will find a solution But Joe replied Do you really think I don't know this? Do you think I couldn't say exactly the same? But if I was in your position I wouldn't let myself speak these cold words I would speak words of real comfort Words that acknowledged my pain And recognised the injustice done me. O my spirit is broken! I am a dismembered man And there is nothing left of me Once people spoke well of me But now they don't even acknowledge my existence. Then Belle once more spoke up Of course we understand what you are saying, Joe Your life has taken a difficult to turn, Once everything was going well for you But now you are experiencing the shadow This is an experience we all understand Who has not known difficult times in their life? Who has not had a bitter pill to swallow? Now you are in a time of suffering But listen to the wisdom of people who have been there before Do not give in to bitterness Do not be consumed by the darkness Turn to the light and you will find freedom But Joe continued to speak Don't you realise that your words ravage me? They are like broken glass torturing me With unspeakable agony. You are the worst torturer because you claim to be a friend God has abandoned me I cannot even defend myself against you, Because God has stripped me of all my dignity I have no defence against your words of wisdom But my argument is not with you It is to God that I cry out Somewhere he is listening and will send my salvation All your words are an irrelevance Then the Rev Sofia spoke out Joe, you are speaking about God And maybe I have something useful to say I think perhaps your concept of God is flawed You have misunderstood the nature of the divine God is not a torturer He takes no pleasure in inflicting suffering But desires for us only the good This is what we must believe Listen to those who have an understanding of these things They have great skills and great wisdom They can bring healing into your pain Do not believe that all hope is lost But Joe had no time for this Why are you speaking theology to me? How can you say anything useful When you have not paid attention to my words? When you treat me like a fool No doubt you will carry on with your inconsequential drivel But at least listen to me for a short time I have as much intelligence as you I have no need of you to speak for me I am in pain. It is my pain, but I did not cause it I did nothing wrong, but God struck me down That is it as simply as I can put it Now carry on and give me some more grief So Dr Eli had one last go You say medicine can do you no good That doctors are charlatans And all the resources of medicine useless But this is most certainly not the case You insult us by saying these things We are only offering you our knowledge Tried and tested in the laboratory of science This is something you should show more respect for We do the best we can And often we achieve remarkable results But people like you make everyone dispirited You should think more carefully before you speak again But Joe responded to this with disdain Thank you! That's really what I needed You getting defensive and telling me how wonderful you are I don't care what you think about yourself I'm broken by pain and your pride is not my concern The only thing I'm interested in is God I want to drag him down out of heaven And speak to him face-to-face Human words don't matter any more, only God interests me Then Belle spoke once more And it's God we are trying to speak to you about But not the God you are imagining: That vindictive God of punishment and anger But the God who is our own deepest selves This God is to be found in the surgeon's skill, In the love of a mother for her child And in the immense beauty of the world circling oceans Turn to this God and you will change your mind You will find within yourself your own healing What is confused will become clear What is painful will become beautiful And you will truly see God face-to-face But Joe had had enough of his so-called friends All you offer me is words But these are of no use to me You haven't even got the intelligence to listen to me. Your ears can only hear your own voice I search for God in all his immense strangeness And you offer me moral platitudes I batter at the edge of human experience And you want to make everything nice All I know is the way things are I experience my own suffering I feel the truth of my own existence And it is this that I present to God I have always struggled the best that I can When someone was in trouble I helped them And when they were beyond all help I respected them and treated them with kindness Now in the midst of my pain I see clearly. I see that wisdom is the greatest of all human prizes We search for it with restless energy But it never submits to our will So now I present my case to God If I have been mistaken, I accept my punishment If I have done something wrong, I welcome correction My words are ended, only God remains |