"PAIN"
I have noticed that these days when you go to the hospital with pain you are asked to explain the magnitude in terms
of a scale from zero to ten. Ten being the worst imaginable pain. I ended up in hospital and found myself facing this
question. Several years previous before my appendix was removed I had answered ten, I know felt like a fraud. The
pain I felt know was a twelve or a thirteen if I was to gauge by my previous malicious lies. Apparently my immune
system was attacking my spine. Suddenly unable to work I had a lot of time to reflect and spend time by myself. This
is part of my story.
I took this photo at Serpentine Dam. I hope some one else likes this photo, it cost me dearly. The ground was still
wet from morning dew and I had just....well a "little bit" promised that I would take things easy. (to my interpretation I
was taking it easy) It had taken me about twenty minutes to get out of bed this particular morning and Sarah was
worried about me. But when I seen this flower I lay flat on the ground ignoring a shooting pain up my back, ignoring
the moisture seeping through my jeans and conveniently blocking out the protests emanating from a direction I knew
I had better not look.
The Photo doesn't really talk to me about pain but perhaps alludes to the world we should be in. A world of beauty, a
world where tears are wiped away, a world without pain.
I woke up with extreme pain the other night and with nothing much else to do at three in the morning I decided to try
the "random" method of receiving a word from the Lord. (The idea is that you open the bible and read the first thing
your eyes land on) What I have found is that if I try the true random method I nearly always end up in the Old
Testament. Not that I have anything against the OT, it is just that I don't really care who begat who while my spine is
on fire. So what I have developed is the almost random method. This involves opening the Bible towards the New
Testament end. (Without thinking about it, otherwise it wouldn't be random). This method works better but I feel a bit
bummed out if I don't go quite far enough and open up to Zechariah or Malachi. On this particular night I didn't have
the strength to make this kind of mental manoeuvre, I just opened the Bible. I think it was in Lamentations
somewhere. There was a lot of talk about pain and I had no trouble relating. The next moment the writer says:
"Great is thy faithfulness O Lord" and a bit further he says something about God not wanting to see his children in
pain. I'm not much of a theologian, I can't give you any doctrinal advice, but in this midnight moment, I knew God
cared. I hope that if you are reading this, you to may realize with me that God does care.
God Bless
of a scale from zero to ten. Ten being the worst imaginable pain. I ended up in hospital and found myself facing this
question. Several years previous before my appendix was removed I had answered ten, I know felt like a fraud. The
pain I felt know was a twelve or a thirteen if I was to gauge by my previous malicious lies. Apparently my immune
system was attacking my spine. Suddenly unable to work I had a lot of time to reflect and spend time by myself. This
is part of my story.
I took this photo at Serpentine Dam. I hope some one else likes this photo, it cost me dearly. The ground was still
wet from morning dew and I had just....well a "little bit" promised that I would take things easy. (to my interpretation I
was taking it easy) It had taken me about twenty minutes to get out of bed this particular morning and Sarah was
worried about me. But when I seen this flower I lay flat on the ground ignoring a shooting pain up my back, ignoring
the moisture seeping through my jeans and conveniently blocking out the protests emanating from a direction I knew
I had better not look.
The Photo doesn't really talk to me about pain but perhaps alludes to the world we should be in. A world of beauty, a
world where tears are wiped away, a world without pain.
I woke up with extreme pain the other night and with nothing much else to do at three in the morning I decided to try
the "random" method of receiving a word from the Lord. (The idea is that you open the bible and read the first thing
your eyes land on) What I have found is that if I try the true random method I nearly always end up in the Old
Testament. Not that I have anything against the OT, it is just that I don't really care who begat who while my spine is
on fire. So what I have developed is the almost random method. This involves opening the Bible towards the New
Testament end. (Without thinking about it, otherwise it wouldn't be random). This method works better but I feel a bit
bummed out if I don't go quite far enough and open up to Zechariah or Malachi. On this particular night I didn't have
the strength to make this kind of mental manoeuvre, I just opened the Bible. I think it was in Lamentations
somewhere. There was a lot of talk about pain and I had no trouble relating. The next moment the writer says:
"Great is thy faithfulness O Lord" and a bit further he says something about God not wanting to see his children in
pain. I'm not much of a theologian, I can't give you any doctrinal advice, but in this midnight moment, I knew God
cared. I hope that if you are reading this, you to may realize with me that God does care.
God Bless