Redeemer of my body

There is nothing like sickness to humble one. It displays the effects of the fall in tangible, inescapable ways... flaunting my helplessness before my face. It rivets my attention to the devastating physical consequences of rebellion against creation's Designer.

In health, I begin to feel capable, competent, and independent. But sickness leaves me helpless, incompetent, and dependent. Unexpectedly, and without preparation, I am stripped of my physical resources and made acutely aware of my finite mortality.

I have no recourse but to turn to the Redeemer of my body and soul, and cry out for compassion. Compassion, because he knows my weaknesses. Compassion, because He took on flesh and became fully Man. He entered in to my limitations, my physicality, my subjection to the reality of the curse. He knows. He is not an abstract idea. He is the Redeemer who has felt abject pain... The King of creation who cried out in bloody beaten despair," My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?".

So, I am thankful for sickness which keeps me abiding in Him who is my Life.