When Walking In Pain

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This week we are continuing to talk about being Christ-centric.

Making Christ our center.

Keeping Him in the center of each day.

In the center of a life.


I’ve been thinking about pain, lately…

I cut my knee the other day. It bled a lot and it hurt.

I had a headache earlier this week and it made my neck stiff.

I don’t like pain. I don’t like to hurt. I try to shun it at all costs, if I can’t do that,  I learn to tolerate it.  Sometimes pain doesn’t show itself in a bloody knee, or a sore neck. Sometimes it shows itself, in ways that hurt to much to talk about.

Some days it is easier to deny the pain.

For awhile.

But then I’m forced to deal with it. Not always well. I struggle.

I am alone in my thoughts.

Isn’t that the way of the human heart?

The thoughts rush through me, much like a tsunami. I wonder if this is what it feels like to drown?

…A friend who is watching the son she once knew, slip away to a confusing medical diagnosis–and doctors who don’t hear her.

…Another friend who has to put his dear wife in a nursing home because her care has become to much for him

…A friend whose husband was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s, at 46

…A marriage dissolves

…A family that sits in an emergency room

…An unplanned pregancy

…Broken family bonds

…Poor decisions

…Hours cut at the job, when one is barely making ends meet

…A family member whose body is worn down from cancer treatments

…A widow, whose husband was taken from her by a man with a gun

And the list goes on.

Pain. Stinging pain.

How do I live a Christ centered life…how do I show Christ to others, when there is so much pain?

When the heart is burdened and the tears build

When an answer isn’t given

When nothing seems to make sense

When facing the dashing of dreams

or the certainty of death…

I want Christ in the center.

I want Him not just near me. I want to be full of Him.

I want to be reminded that I do not walk alone.

I need to remember that nothing can separate me from Him. Nothing.

38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8: 38-39


Who Gets To Choose?

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Out of sight. Out of mind.

This news story is tragic and it also scares me. This is a current story that is happening to a family in Canada, our neighbor’s to the north.

The parents are asking to take their terminally ill baby home, to die. They know he will eventually die…they are not fighting that. They just want him to die at home, and not in some sterile, impersonal hospital.

The courts got involved, and said that the breathing tube must be removed at the hospital and he will die there. I suppose the decision is part of Canada’s health care system.

I have a real problem with this. There does not appear to be any compassion in this decision. The little boy is just another tough decision to make. The humanity is lost. Are they removing his tube, and letting him die because it is too expensive to keep him alive? Why does the government get to make that decision? Who are they, to play God?

(One of the family members)”I believe when the medical world doesn’t understand a situation, they just want to get rid of it,” Samar said. “That’s exactly what’s happening.”