
I do not believe there are any circumstances to small or too big that we are unable to be of service to the Kingdom of God. Mother Teresa said this about service: “It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.” It’s how we see the art of serving that makes all the difference.
When I take my grandchildren to a playground, invariably I encounter a frazzled parent of an energetic pre-schooler. I try to strike up a conversation to encourage them. Sometimes they want to “vent” and so I use the occasion to practice my listening skills.
Even in degenerative disability there are many opportunities for service. They come in the oddest forms and at the oddest times. From the limitations of my electric wheelchair, opportunities for service seem to pop up out of the blue. I know in my heart they are not random ― God sends me the opportunities to serve Him by serving people.
Even in degenerative disability there are many opportunities for service. They come in the oddest forms and at the oddest times. From the limitations of my electric wheelchair, opportunities for service seem to pop up out of the blue. I know in my heart they are not random ― God sends me the opportunities to serve Him by serving people.
CHRIST IN THE FIRE OF HUMAN SUFFERING

About fifteen years ago, I was asked to visit a young man who had a terrible version of the disease I suffer from: multiple sclerosis. His name was Derek. Back then, there were no effective drugs to stop or slow the progress of MS. Derek’s career as an engineer was destroyed just as it was beginning. His wife left him. I found Derek wheelchair-bound in a dingy apartment. He wanted to die.
He allowed me to enter his anguished reality because our common disease gave me entrance into his world. My wheelchair and pain spoke to his p
ain. I was able to tell him with authority: “Derek, we are not alone in this fire. There is another with us: “Jesus Christ is here. I feel his presence.” Derek looked at me through blood-shot eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he said, “He is? I don’t feel him.” Of course he didn’t. His shock was too new, his pain and sorrow were too fresh. He felt deserted by God, but that did not mean his perception was accurate. It’s impossible to see clearly when vision is blurred by tears.
Derek was a terrified and frantic man. His wild desperation made him incapable of receiving comfort from the Comforter. Derek reminded me of a hungry infant so ravenous and upset it will not accept the bottle of milk at its lips. He could not yet be helped because he was too frantic for assistance.
ain. I was able to tell him with authority: “Derek, we are not alone in this fire. There is another with us: “Jesus Christ is here. I feel his presence.” Derek looked at me through blood-shot eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he said, “He is? I don’t feel him.” Of course he didn’t. His shock was too new, his pain and sorrow were too fresh. He felt deserted by God, but that did not mean his perception was accurate. It’s impossible to see clearly when vision is blurred by tears.Derek was a terrified and frantic man. His wild desperation made him incapable of receiving comfort from the Comforter. Derek reminded me of a hungry infant so ravenous and upset it will not accept the bottle of milk at its lips. He could not yet be helped because he was too frantic for assistance.
Derek was like a drowning man wildly flailing, clutching, kicking and grabbing ― he could not be rescued ― at least in that state.
Derek would not accept God without divine physical deliverance from multiple sclerosis. He wanted nothing other than his old life back. He only wanted God on Derek’s terms, not God’s terms. Do you see what Derek’s problem was?
Derek would not accept God without divine physical deliverance from multiple sclerosis. He wanted nothing other than his old life back. He only wanted God on Derek’s terms, not God’s terms. Do you see what Derek’s problem was?
THE POTTER AND THE CLAY
The spiritual stakes of Derek’s grief were horribly high. With time he would either surrender his predicament to will of God’s wisdom or he would rebel and become bitter and angry. After Derek’s panic and shock subsided from acquiring a catastrophic disease and losing his wife and career, he would have the opportunity to ask (not demand) “Why?”
Only in surre
nder do we become pliable in the hands of God. He is the potter, we are the clay. Only in surrender to the will of God can we discover the reason for which we were created. Rebellion spawns disdain for the reason we were created. At the core of the human soul rests a desire to love perfectly and to be loved perfectly. That is only possible by knowing Christ. Only in Christ are we able to receive perfect love and begin to love perfectly. This is the reason we were created.
Was Derek ever delivered from his multiple sclerosis? I don’t know, I did not see him again.
nder do we become pliable in the hands of God. He is the potter, we are the clay. Only in surrender to the will of God can we discover the reason for which we were created. Rebellion spawns disdain for the reason we were created. At the core of the human soul rests a desire to love perfectly and to be loved perfectly. That is only possible by knowing Christ. Only in Christ are we able to receive perfect love and begin to love perfectly. This is the reason we were created.Was Derek ever delivered from his multiple sclerosis? I don’t know, I did not see him again.
Miracles happen. But by the very nature of miracles, they are rare. That is why they are miracles. Jesus cured one paralytic at the pool of Bethesda. The Gospel account leaves us to conclude many others were left uncured. More often than not people need adversity or pain in order to discover their abject need for God.
C.S. Lewis said, “God whispers in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pain: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” Many of us need to remain uncured of physical affliction in order to be roused to God’s call for spiritual healing.
C.S. Lewis said, “God whispers in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pain: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” Many of us need to remain uncured of physical affliction in order to be roused to God’s call for spiritual healing.
MP
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This article also appeared in the June 29th edition of Canada's Western Catholic Reporter weekly newspaper under the title "Pain can be the pathway to spiritual healing" (
http://www.wcr.ab.ca/columns/markpickup/2009/markpickup062909.shtml)
http://www.wcr.ab.ca/columns/markpickup/2009/markpickup062909.shtml)

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