U Suffered 2?
Every time Holy Wednesday rolls around I get to thinking … and remembering.
Now I’m sure I agree with Fr. Stan Fortuna “EVERYBODY’s gotta suffer”. So true; so true. But as George Orwell might have written somewhere too: “All sufferers suffer, but some sufferers suffer more than others.”
I almost died once. Fell 34 feet from a tree. Snapped my left femur.
That’s right—snapped. Almost died a second time. Blood infection started in my knee.
And the worst nightmares I dreamed happened while I was wide awake, sometime between those two near-death experiences, before the blood infection had been discovered.
My remembrance brings me to a dark musty basement. I left the lights off because I hoped to remain undiscovered and forgotten.
And as I sat there, thinking of the day before—pains I had already felt rip through my body; being held down; excruciating pains shooting through my skinny figure; my knee being bent back in shape—I hoped beyond hope that today would not be the same.
Yet I knew that every day would be the same. And that the moment I heard my name, I would have to answer: “Here I am … Coming!”
I guess all I want to say here is “I’m glad I suffered.”
Yes, because now, since it’s Holy Wednesday … I can understand what Jesus is going through—in his head—right NOW!
And what’s special about Jesus is that he didn’t HAVE TO suffer … he chose to.
Have you ever chosen suffering?
