C.S. Lewis famously wrote that God shouts to us in our pain. It is, he said, God’s “megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” But rarely does it change us. Maybe we don’t recognize his voice. Overwhelmed by frustration and anger, perhaps we are loath to hear his plea. Mostly, we linger. Mostly, we remain paralyzed.
Physical pain is unavoidable. Defiled by corruption, destruction, disintegration, and decay, our flesh incessantly pursues its return to the earth. Our bodies begin to die from the moment of conception, the clock ticking off the finite years, days, and hours of our physical existence from even before our birth. But emotional pain is no less insistent, no more willing to take a back seat. Often, it presses itself to the forefront, overwhelms our being, and triggers physical distress.