Bewildered! The title of my latest painting. It will be used in an upcoming conference on chronic pain that Karen and I will be leading. Yesterday I heard more stories of friends who are experiencing perplexing, unexplained pain. We are not being healed. Something is not right. Over 100 million adults in our country are suffering confounded pain. And there are no answers and at times, few really care.
In my painting titled Bewildered, there are frightening clouds, reds, blacks, and yet there is a portion of the sun, shining, touching even what is dark. In front of it all is a river that continues to flow as the struggle ensues for the sun to shine through it all. And the flow of life continues.
Herein lies the great struggle of those who suffer. Pain tries to overwhelm all that is good within our lives, yet life moves on. To smile, to put on the appearance that all is good when underneath our skin, we hurt. Will it overtake us? Can we hold it all together? What will the next dark cloud bring. All the while, life moves on.
I write these words on the day that The Lord has made of which we should be glad and rejoice in it. But for many, this day will be like any other day and the concept of rejoicing is as foreign and frustrating as that farthest dark cloud in my painting where light barely touches any of it and us.
The following are words from John the Baptists father known as Zechariah’s song found in the book of Luke, chapter 1. May the sunrise visit us and guide our feet, and for that matter, the rest of our bodies, to peace!
76 And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High;
for you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways,
77 to give knowledge of salvation to his people
in the forgiveness of their sins,
78 because of the tender mercy of our God,
whereby the sunrise shall visit us[a] from on high
79 to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace.”