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?
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