“Our once great western Christian civilization is dying. If this matters to followers of Jesus Christ, then we must set aside our denominational differences and work together to strengthen the things that remain and reclaim what has been lost. Evangelicals and Catholics must stand together to re-establish that former Christian culture and moral consensus. We have the numbers and the organization but the question is this: Do we have the will to win this present spiritual battle for Jesus Christ against secularism? Will we prayerfully and cooperatively work toward a new Christian spiritual revival ― or will we choose to hunker down in our churches and denominationalisms and watch everything sink into the spiritual and moral abyss of a New Dark Age?” - Mark Davis Pickup

Friday, March 24, 2017

MEDICAL CONFERENCE ON DIGNITY AT END OF LIFE

The post below is taken directly from the Pro-Life Healthcare Alliance newsletter for March 4th, 2017. 
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On March 4, 2017, the Pro-Life Healthcare Alliance, in partnership with the Catholic Medical Guilds of Wisconsin, held the "Dignity at the End of Life: From Suffering to Hope" Conference in Fitchburg, Wisconsin (near Madison). The conference was a great success and feedback from conference attendees was overwhelmingly positive.

On March 4, 2017, the Pro-Life Healthcare Alliance, in partnership with the Catholic Medical Guilds of Wisconsin, held the "Dignity at the End of Life: From Suffering to Hope" Conference in Fitchburg, Wisconsin (near Madison). The conference was a great success and feedback from conference attendees was overwhelmingly positive.

Mark Davis Pickup powerfully detailed his journey through grief to meaning since his diagnosis of multiple sclerosis (MS) 33 years ago. A conference participant told us that he had attended many conferences and talks over the years, but Mark Pickup was the best he had ever heard. Others praised Mark as inspiring, articulate, and deeply insightful. 
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Julie Grimstad shared excellent information about patient advocacy, advance directives for healthcare, and POLST(Physician Orders for Life Sustaining Treatment), as well as life-threatening issues facing patients in various healthcare settings. She also encouraged attendees to initiate a Befrienders group--a volunteer effort to ease loneliness among the elderly--in one's church or community. Conference attendees commented on how useful and informative Julie's presentation was.

Dr. Byron Calhoun, expert in Perinatology, a branch of obstetrics concerned with the care of mother and fetus and the handling of high-risk pregnancies, spoke about perinatal hospice. Perinatal hospice is part of the care for a baby with a prenatal diagnosis of a terminal condition. Dr. Calhoun offered a model of compassion and true caring for mother and child as opposed to the more common solution offered--abortion. The primary focus of perinatal hospice is on the family--not the baby's diagnosis. The family is placed in the center of the care and there is a continuum of support from diagnosis, through the child's death and the family's grieving process.

Cristen M. Krebs, DNP, ANP-BC, Catholic Hospice Founder/Executive Director, with twenty years of end-of-life care experience, illuminated the history and current trends in hospice. Attendees appreciated her humor and expertise as she shared a wealth of information about palliative care and hospice.

Ed and Nan Weber, founders of Holy Family Ministry and Loreto on the Plains Personal Care Home, an outreach of that ministry, shared how they were inspired by God to build and manage Loreto on the Plains. Loreto is a loving home for the sick and dying elderly. Ed and Nan explained how residents of Loreto are treated as valued members of a family, as indispensable lives worthy of the time, money and materials needed for them to live in comfort, protected from harm. It is Nan and Ed's hope that others will hear about Loreto on the Plains and be inspired to care for the sick and aged in their own homes or start care homes in their communities.

Ramon Luzarraga, Catholic Moral Theologian, spoke to the meaning in suffering. The conference concluded after his powerful and beautiful presentation, which left attendees with rich content for deep reflection.

Conference videos will be announced when available. For more information about the Pro-Life Healthcare Alliance, visit their webpage here https://www.prolifehealthcare.org

Monday, March 20, 2017

CHILDREN NEED SECURITY OF CHRISTIAN BOUNDARIES

I have heard it said that if a sense of order and discipline is not established in a child's life before the age of seven, he is lost. I do not know where that pearl of parenting wisdom came from and I'm not even sure I believe the age part - but I think I understand the point that was being made.

Children need the security of consistent boundaries for behaviour to be established early in their lives in order for them to thrive. I'm not sure how the seven-year age limit came into the equation; perhaps it was simply an exaggeration to illustrate the fact that every child needs a sense of order. Fair enough. On that point, I hope most reasonable people agree.

I firmly believe that parents' must establish and maintain boundaries for proper moral behaviour - boundaries within which they themselves abide. Those boundaries must be consistent with Biblical Christian teaching. Why? Because that is the best way to live.

I refuse to accept that a child is ever beyond the pale of redemption because of bad circumstances, poor upbringing or even cruelty. If I did accept such an idea, the redemptive message of Christianity would ring hollow.

The Bible tells us that children are a gift and a heritage from God (Psalm 127.3). Parents do not own their children - they are entrusted with their children's physical, emotional and spiritual care. God calls parents to bring their children up in the way of the Lord. 

It is crucial that parents introduce their children, at the earliest age, to the mysteries of Christian faith and the reality of a personal relationship with Christ. Wholesome family life -- with Christ at its center -- can establish an interior spiritual life that is receptive to God's leading throughout a lifetime. I can personally attest to this truth. I was born into the gentle nurture of a Christian home. My parents imparted to me essential Christian truths from my earliest years. Although I turned away from the Christian faith as a young man, in my late twenties I returned to Christianity with a faith that was alive and rooted in a personal relationship with Christ. That faith has served me well throughout many storms of life (and there have been some nasty and frightening storms).

Marriage and family life under God are the ideal setting to build spiritual character for children. I know this because that is where God put his own Son. The Holy Family was the ideal place to nurture the Christ child.

A child reared under the love and nurture of godly parents is likely to thrive. Granted, it is not a guarantee that children will grow up to love and serve God. Worldly influences can tempt them away for a time, but the hounds of heavwen are relentless.  Chances are best that such children will return to be followers of Christ if their parents are their example. Children raised in a Christian home are more likely desire to serve rather than be served. They are more likely to view their lives in terms of seeking a higher calling.

I know forces contrary to Christian faith are everywhere and, quite frankly, may seem overwhelming. Parents must not lose heart. (That is exactly what the evil one wants.) Christian parents must continue teaching the faith and Biblical truth to their children, knowing their church communities and Christian education support them.

The love and hope of vibrant and living Christian faith stands in stark contrast to the chaos found in a godless world-view where materialism, consumption and temporary self-gratification often triumph over human dignity and individual worth.

In the midst of worldly consumption, Christ calls people to something different, something greater, something other-centred rather than self-centred. Young people who have been taught to listen for the leading of the Holy Spirit can discover the reason for which they were born. When this happens, they will discover a meaning and purpose to their lives that far outstrips anything the world can offer.

We desperately need a generation of young visionaries who are unafraid of being radicals for the kingdom of God and are prepared to dedicate their lives to furthering that kingdom on earth, even against great opposition. Young people who are on fire for God can change the world and even the course of history for the better. Parents can not wish for any greater legacy.

Mark


Sunday, March 19, 2017

THE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE GOES TWO WAYS

http://news.nationalpost.com/news/0227-na-euthanasia
Sharon Kirkey, "'Take my name off the list, I can't do any more' some doctors backing out of assisted death", National Post, 26 February 2017.

It's been 9 months since Canada legalised medically assisted suicide (euphemistically and deceptively termed medical aid in dying). It seems many participating Canadian doctors are not comfortable murdering killing their patients. (See article above.) Assisted suicide proponents speculate it's because doctors' fear of prosecution or distaste for filling out required paperwork. Yeah right. Perhaps there's another reason.

Could it be that deep within the human psyche there is a natural repugnance to killing people?  Enforced 'progressive' groupthink still can't stifle every human conscience. 

Support doctors who have lost their stomaches for killing human beings -- whether it be abortion or assisted suicide. Encourage them to return to Hippocratic medicine. Support conscience rights that are supposedly protected in the CANADIAN CHARTER OF RIGHTS AND FREEDOMS, Article 2, FUNDAMENTAL FREEDOMS: 

"Everyone has the following fundamental freedoms (a) freedom of conscience and religion; (b) Freedom of thought, belief, opinion and expression ..."

What is the point of having freedom of thought, belief or opinion without the ability to express it in word and behaviour? The freedom of choice to be put to death is not the only right in Canada's Brave New World of tax-funded assisted suicide. 

There must also be an equal right for medical professionals not to participate. Choice goes two ways.

MDP

Sunday, March 12, 2017

SPEAKING OF LIFE AND END OF LIFE ISSUES ...

I am available to speak about Life issues, end of life issues, euthanasia & assisted suicide and/or a Christian perspective of suffering. I can be contacted at the email on the photograph below.

HumanLifeMatters@shaw.ca

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

CULTURE OF LIFE STUDIES PROGRAM

This post is for Catholic readers and educators of the HumanLifeMatters blog. I want to bring your attention to a wonderful educational resource from the American Life League: The Culture of Life Studies Program https://culture-of-life-studies.myshopify.com/ 

Be assured that the Culture of Life Studies Program is true to Catholic teachings. It can be used with absolute confidence for its quality, accuracy and adherence to the truth that the American Life League is known for. The CULTURE OF LIFE STUDIES PROGRAM is an invaluable teaching resource for North American educators (including Canada). I highly recommend it.

Mark Davis Pickup

Thursday, March 2, 2017

FROM SUFFERING TO HOPE

And I want to explain how my journey throughout my 33-year journey with multiple sclerosis toward meaning. It has involved a redefining of self and self-image; a discovering or rediscovering of significance -- not only in myself, but also my family, my community, but most importantly in my relationship with Christ and Him to me. And finally a new ever progressing understanding of meaning, and a clearer sense of purpose in my life.

In March of 1984, I awoke one morning with a thick, clammy blanket of severe numbness from my waist down. I could walk fine, but I couldn’t distinguish hot from cold or sharp from blunt. All sensation was, … well, blunted. My GP thought I had pinched a nerve. Then a few days later the same thing happened to my right arm, except there was pain. I couldn’t hold a pencil or turn pages of a book. My doctor thought I might actually have a brain tumour and sent me for tests at a cancer clinic. Happily, that possibility was eliminated, but it began a long series of tests for different diseases and conditions.

Back in 1984, coming to a diagnosis of MS was very much a process of eliminating other things. That process ended for me with a lumbar puncture. My treating neurologist was looking for the presence of certain blood proteins called oligoclonal bands.

After the lumbar puncture, I was laying on a gurney while the neurologist was finishing some paperwork. I asked him what he thought I had. Just as casual as you please, he said he was pretty sure I had multiple sclerosis then closed my file and walked out of the examining room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. He may as well have kicked me in the chest.  This was my first exposure to a physician skilled at diagnosing incurable, serious disease but inept at consoling.

If MS numbed my body the shock of what he said numbed my mind. It simply could not take in the reality of those words.

[I should tell you the reason for that mental shock. A number of years earlier I was employed as client services coordinator for the local chapter of the MS Society. I saw the very worst of what MS can do.]

Now, it was me who would go into the harrowing fire of multiple sclerosis. It initiated years of terror as MS ravaged my body. It would attack, often without warning taking away a certain abilities or functions, then remit and return most, but not all the previous function. I would go to bed at night not knowing what function I would wake up with, or without, and no guarantee I would get lost function back. It was like was like a wild, terrifying roller-coaster ride.

The only treatment at that time for MS flare-ups was corticosteroids: prednisone orally or solu-medrol. Sometimes symptoms would be subtle and only small tasks became difficult. Sometimes symptoms were severe and many things became impossible. 

There was one terrifying incident occurred at my work a few months after being diagnosed with MS. I went for coffee with some colleagues. When we returned to work we got into the elevator; I tried to press the button to our floor. My finger would not press the right button. I even missed the panel! Someone else tried to push it but I slapped his hand away. I couldn’t push the right button. It was horrifying and I started to whimper out of frustration. The elevator went silent. I turned to see everyone either looking at their shoes or looking at me with expressions of shock and pity. I was suffering visual and coordination deficits. A new attack was coming like a train!

When I got back to my desk I couldn’t read a page. I would lose my place on the page and it hurt to move my eyes. Diplopia and optic neuritis were emerging.

Over the next few days, a fog descended over my vision and I lost a patch of sight just off center in my right eye as well as peripheral vision. My doctor referred me to the care of an ophthalmologist.  I was absolutely terrified! I needed to be able to read to work. I was an artist and a musician. Artists must be able to see.

I took time some time off from my job in hopes things would settle down. More steroids. Eventually, things came back to near-normal with some residual disc pallor. Then I experienced a hearing problem called recruitment.

Attacks kept coming. I would go from walking normally to needing a cane or canes, then into remission. Another episode would put me in a wheelchair or crutches.

  • I lost my ability to speak on a number of occasions. Noone could understand me. 
  • I have gone incontinent and dirtied myself;
  • I have lost the use of my right arm and hand, so I could barely hold a pencil.  
  • I'd lose sensation;
  • I'd go spastic (I still do);
  • I'd have crippling fatigue (I still do).

There were long periods of time when attacks left me without function and no guarantee I would get the function back. Weeks or months and would go by convalescing, either terror-struck or despairing. I noticed that old friends started avoiding my wife and me. This made me feel isolated; my wife felt it too. There were many occasions when we were so terrified the only comfort we found was in holding each other and praying. 

The first time I lost the ability to speak was a Sunday in 1985. When my family entered the church I could speak normally; I came out mumbling. We went home and I retreated to the family room horrified. That evening a man from down the street came to the house and asked for me. My wife sent him to the dim family room where I was. He simply sat with me. He didn’t have any great skills of counseling or communication. He was a carpenter but he wanted to be with me during my crisis.  He understood the importance of presence and he was not afraid of silence. That humble, unassuming man helped me more than any psychologist. I related this to you to illustrate the importance of presence. When my speech returned I make a point of telling him how much his simple gift of being present meant to me.

Music played a huge part in my grieve journey. (Anyone who reads my blog will know that.) One thing I lost early on was my sense of musical timing and the coordination in my right hand. This was a terrible shock. I played guitar, and at the risk of sounding boastful, I was very skilled. I grew up in a musical family. My mother taught music for over sixty years. At any rate, about two years after losing my ability to play the guitar, I realized it was probably not going to return. And so I took my beautiful, top of the line instrument ... and sawed it in half.

My wife, LaRee, was horrified! She yelled at me, ‟What are you doing! You`ve lost your mind!” I put the two pieces of my guitar back in the case and LaRee and I spent the rest of the evening in stunned silence: But I wasn`t sorry. That night after the family was asleep, I got up and wrote a note and put it in the case with the destroyed Fender guitar. May I read you what that note said?:


I sawed my guitar in half today. It was the healthiest thing I have done in a long time. It gave me a release and a feeble way to express my grief. My love was music. As a youth I lived for my guitar and my music. I remember when I would rather play than eat. Now, my timing is gone, so too is the strength in my hands.

On September 27th 1986, my new reality came into clear focus. Life will not be normal again. I realized I must pick up the pieces remaining in life and forget what I`ve lost. Grief that would not focus for 2 years finally came to a head. I couldn`t cry so I sawed my guitar in half.

I couldn`t just give it away; that would only be more things slipping out of reach. There`s been too much of that already. I needed to sever the past with no tiny remnants to haunt me and taunt me.

I sawed to say goodbye to artistic expression. I sawed to say goodbye to a carefree youth. I sawed to say goodbye to life without a cane or other contraptions of the disabled. I sawed to release grief and say Ì hurt! But mostly, I sawed to say goodbye to an old and trusted friend – my guitar – a finely crafted instrument I can no longer play.

It didn`t seem right to just leave it in its case. I sawed my guitar in half today.

It was like a dam burst to let my grief move on, a releasing of something inside me that started a first step ― the first of many ― that continues to this day in a long journey toward a redefining of self.

By 1991, MS degeneration forced me to retire from the Canadian public service. Being put to pasture at 38 years of age was a horrible thing. I sank into a clinical depression. Over the next 15 years, my physical deterioration became so serious that at one point I was threatened with quadriplegia. I couldn't dress myself or cut meat at a meal. My neurologist became so concerned that he put me on the chemotherapy drug mitoxantrone, combined with copaxone. 

When he presented this therapy to me, my wife was in the room. He told us that mitox could be toxic to my heartMy wife asked the doctor what were the risks? He said, “death”.  My wife started crying and the buffoon leaned across his desk and sarcastically said, “Are you going to cry?” One may ask why I stayed with that neurologist? He may have had the bedside manner of a warthog but he was the best in the area for treating MS. After about 3 or four treatments it became apparent that I could not tolerate the mitoxantrone so it was discontinued.  

Successive CT scans and MRIs showed that the disease was active and new lesions forming.  There were symptoms and incidents that were atypical of MS. For example, I developed a cold where I had coughing spasms. The only problem was the spasms would close my wind-pipe and wouldn’t open. I would panic and struggle to get air until the spasm gave way. This happened a few times then my wife packed me into the car and we headed to the emergency at the closest hospital. I knew the treating physician could not treat the MS but hoped he might have a trick or medication to suppress the throat spasms. He told me not to worry that the spasm would probably release once I lost consciousness. He then turned to my wife and started to show her how to perform an emergency tracheotomy. Maybe it was just me, but I wasn’t reassured with that course of treatment. I know those two examples I have given are extreme.

I noticed early after my diagnosis of MS that new treating physicians were awkward when presented with an incurable, degenerative disease they could only treat symptoms but never cure. I made a point to letting them know that I was aware they had very few tricks or treatments to offer. It seemed to lift a weight from their shoulders. I have always insisted that doctors not keep anything from me; I have viewed my treatment as a doctor-patient partnership. (Not everyone wants to know everything.)

I want to make a cautionary note: I received so many cortico-steroids over those years I developed steroid induced osteoporosis by the age 55.

There were a few health related things not associated with MS I will mention in passing. In 2007 I had and Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA). I don’t remember if or what the treatment was, other than 81 mg of ASA daily and high blood pressure that still continue. In 2012, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer.

My oncologist and urologist thought I could not tolerate the usual regime of radiation over 6 weeks. The surgery what performed by cryo-surgery. I was told it would destroy all sexual function, which it did. That was less of a concern for me because MS already did that. 

Medical science is very good at palliating pain or at least you should be. Dr. John Scott, palliative care specialist with the Ottawa Hospital in Canada wrote these words:

“The World Health Organization has demonstrated that access to pain-relieving drugs, along with a simple education program, can achieve relief in the vast majority of patients. Specialists in various parts of the world estimate these basic approaches can control 85 to 98 percent of cases. The remaining cases require more careful attention and the use of multiple drugs and therapies to achieve complete relief.”[1]

Those words were written in 1995. How much more advanced has pain control and end of life care become in these intervening 22 years? Well, in preparing for this presentation, I contacted Canadian palliative care physician Dr. Margaret Cottle to ask her about the veracity of Dr. Scott's statement. Dr. Cottle is a member of the American Academy of Palliative Medicine and the Canadian Society of Palliative Care Physicians. She confirmed the truth of that statement then went on to wax eloquent about new advances in pain control, and end of life care, since those words were written. For example, Dr. Cottle told me about successes she has with a new drug called Presedex, for rousable sedation.[2]  

I have experienced physical, emotional and spiritual pain. It is my experience that the emotional and spiritual suffering are much worse that physical pain. Physical pain can be treated; spiritual pain is the most difficult to reach and treat. It is often intertwined with emotional suffering. Protracted human suffering created its own world for me. Incurable illness evoked in me a sensation of internal exile. I felt cut off from my community, my friends and those who love I love most. This suffering was highly personal, my deepest agonies were inexpressible and intensified my anguish. My suffering took on new emotional dimensions as I questioned my identity and my sense of self-worth which was tied to work and contribution. 

In the midst of this internal and physical crisis, I had to find a point of reference for my mounting and inexpressible grief: It was the Cross of Christ. Not only did Christ suffer excruciating physical pain, He suffered the pain of being misunderstood, isolation and the pain of abandonment culminating in his cry from the cross: “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me!”

I don’t think there is a lonelier moment than being at the climax of suffering and crying out into a universe that seems deaf and indifferent to our pain, and God seems to have vanished.

People need to grieve a loss. They need to know there are people around them who will uncompromisingly hold up the value of their lives – even if they cease to believe in their own value. A person grieving catastrophic disability or incurable illnesses needs help to rediscover their natural human dignity when they have lost sight of it … a natural dignity that was endowed to them by God with that spark of life we call conception.

An individual with a severe disability or incurable illness must ultimately turn to the spiritual aspect of life -- in as much is cognitively possible -- if they are to discover meaning in their anguish.

Dr. Viktor Frankl (1905-1997) was an Austrian Neurologist and psychiatrist. He was also a holocaust survivor. In his book “Man’s Search for Meaning”, he wrote:

“Those who have a ‘why’ to live, can bear with almost any ‘how’.”

Humanity is not defined by knowledge or power. We do not get our worth by what we can do, our abilities or sentience; it comes from merely being. Our worth is innate, whether we know it or not.

For those of us who are severely disabled ― and are able to seek the revelation of God’s divine love ― we must be open to letting God use our pain, our anguish and our trials as a vehicle to spiritually mature us and transform us to be more like Christ. This is important because, as this transformation begins to change us, we will discover the source our natural human dignity.

It was important for me to resist the temptation to become bitter, not focus on my predicament, and simply surrender again and again to the divine love of Christ. As I plunged into the essence of my suffering I searched for the meaning and purpose of it. 

I found a wonderful surprise: Through my Redeemer’s outstretched arms on the cross. He invited me -- and invites me still -- to unite my suffering with his suffering. Imagine that! Being invited into Christ’s redemptive suffering. He suffered in my place and here I was invited into His redemptive act. In this way, my pain began to take on meaning. Christ calls me to relinquish ownership of my pain to Him, and understand that I was truly poor in spirit.

Jesus said, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God.” Understanding that I was poor in spirit is a key because it marked a critical transition point in my acceptance of suffering and stop resisting what I could not control. I began to learn that if I could not change my circumstances then let my circumstances change me. It required a shift happen in my spiritual mindset in order for me to understand that it is more important to understand than to be understood.

I was being called to set aside self-interest, and ego, and follow Christ with complete abandon. This is the absolute antithesis of my egotistical and self-absorbed nature.

Our response to the suffering of Christ at Calvary removes the ultimate suffering which the loss of eternal life. He asks you and me to take up our cross and follow Him.

It is not easy to be willing to take up my cross but it is necessary, if truth means anything. Perhaps that is why our Lord said we must take up our cross daily. It requires a daily recommitment to bear up the weight of my cross and follow Him. But follow Him where?

In my weakness, I have been so irrationally afraid to take up my cross and following Christ because I feared it might lead me to a Golgotha! Yet the logic of divine love assures me I can rest in His tender embrace as a child of God. But I am unable to become a child of God without divine intervention. The Apostle John said this at the beginning of his Gospel:

But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name: who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.” (John 1.12)
 
If I carry my cross of suffering in union with Christ’s redemptive suffering it does not lead to a Golgotha: It led to a realization that Christ can use my human suffering to bring me closer to Him. The Apostle Paul wrote in his letter to the Romans, “
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” (Roman 8.18.) His comment about the “glory that will be revealed in us” is a reference to the future resurrection of the body (v. 23) and the subsequent complete Christ-likeness which is every believer’s eternal glory.

It is a mystery to me because I cannot yet see the full picture in my present state. But I am assured that it is Jesus Christ who will transform my lowly body to be conformed to His glorious body. He is able to subdue all things to Himself.

According to what St. Paul said, I have been saved for the certain hope of Resurrection of the body, which I do not yet see but wait for with perseverance (8.23-25).

Perhaps someone may think, “It’s too hard”. I know that fearful doubt of weakness – but later Paul assured me that the Holy Spirit helps me in our weakness and even intercedes for me.

Christ’s redemptive suffering at the cross and death are completed by the cosmic eloquence and beauty of the Resurrection. You and I are invited into that redemptive act for we will be like Christ. Suffering in unison with Christ let me see the Resurrection in a new light. My hope in, and anticipation of, the resurrection has helped me go through my darkest days of humiliations, my agonies, my doubts and my fears. I had to trust there must be purpose and meaning to the fire of my suffering and anguish. Fire gives light. Throughout the ages, Christ has opened his sufferings to humanity.

I can, through faith, discover that Christ’s redemptive suffering gives me insights and meaning in our own suffering. I am convinced it what Saint Paul meant when he wrote,

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”

A flood of hope rooted in divine love produces the marvelous realization that my anguish is mysteriously transforming me for heaven. If I am open in my suffering to Christ’s love it will inevitably begin a spiritual transformation.

I have discovered that Christ grants a grace that transcends my suffering. Suffering carries the capacity to strip aware all things unnecessary in life, leaving only that which is essential. Suffering taught me that at the center of existence rests a heartrending and beautiful mystery.

C.S. Lewis said that Christ doesn’t solve the problem of pain, He changes it into a mystery. Once I glimpsed that mystery, everything else became an irrelevance, a diversion. That mystery is the light of Christ – and in His light is divine love. Many people throughout history have discovered this truth, including Saint Francis of Assisi, John Milton, John Donne, Alexander Solzhenitsyn and millions of ordinary people.

It is possible to experience an illumination that enables the sufferer to begin to comprehend the glorious, transforming liberty of the children of God, even though we are being physically destroyed. I think this is the liberty Saint Paul referred to in his second letter to the Corinthians:

“Nevertheless when one turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away.  Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord,  are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.”

People in dire and miserable physical circumstances can and have experienced shades of this liberty. In any human context they may not appear to experience liberty whatsoever! Yet out of their wretched surroundings can come salvation and Joy. It may sound fantastic but there it is. History attests to this truth.

It has been in my sickroom that I began to discover union with Christ’s Crucifixion and Resurrection. A great light began to push back the inky darkness of my defeat to reveal to me a renewed hope in Christ.  Isn’t this the essence of what Paul said:

“Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen."

Christ’s truth can (and does) set people free, even today. He said, If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

The truth is Jesus Christ. In Him there is hope. That eternal hope is nowhere else. Christ is the very definition and expression of God’s love. At the center of Scripture and Catholic teaching is the foundational truth of God’s immense love for all humanity: The Creator for the created, the Sanctifier for the sanctified.

Humanity is called a fullness of life by sharing in the life of God, which reveals dimensions that transcend our earthly existence. This is an exceedingly marvelous mystery of spiritual transformation we are all called to.[3]  But transformed to what?

Again, the Apostle Paul told us, “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, …[4]  Elsewhere Paul says we are called to a holy purpose for which we were destined before time began and was revealed by Christ’s appearing.[5]

We are called to be perfect just as our Father in heaven is perfect. The way of perfection is to do the will of God and to love Him with our whole being (which always works in concert with love for those around us). I am referring to the Greatest commandment which Jesus identified as this: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the greatest and first commandment. And the second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments hang the law and the prophets.”[6]

The Catholic Church teaches that all Christians are called to fullness of Christian life and to the perfection of love and holiness.[7] 

There is an underlying theme of salvation that invokes love and the natural dignity of human life.

I discovered that it is important to be outward looking not solely inward looking. It was important in helping to discover where the new Mark fit in and who he was. My true identity is not developed in isolation rather solitude, not in a crowd rather in a community. I realized that a new Mark could emerge from the fire of disease – no less vibrant and vital – just different. But I had to choose not to wallow in the past but look to a future, whatever that might be.

The inward expression of love toward God is to sharpen my focus the image of God within me, and with Christ’s leading, refine my understanding of that sacred endowment. My outward expression toward other people of God’s love can encourage the natural human dignity that is theirs’. This helped me to redefine myself with a greater community and validate my own humanity. It explained how and where the new me fit into the world. These two expressions of interior and exterior love gave me purpose. My new self required a contribution to the common good and a commitment to interdependence of community not the independence of self.[8]

I trust that Jesus Christ will make sense of my anguish but I must remain surrendered to His leading and sensitive to His voice and love.

To accept the fullness of Christ’s perfect light and divine love scares me … I am a sinful man. I must trust that as my pilgrimage toward the Celestial City progresses, so will my spiritual maturity. Christ’s love will transform me to be more like Him.

In Him there is life not death. He offers hope to humanity not despair. My pain, sorrow and grief have been vehicles for spiritual maturity, not only in me but also in those who love me.

Yes, I have been touched by love (both human and divine). I detect the light of Christ’s love has pushed, as is pushing, back my inky internal darkness of fear and unbelief.

I keep on my dresser a photograph Saint Pope John Paul II in his advanced state of Parkinson’s disease. You may remember that in the spring of 2005, he made his last public appearance at the balcony of the papal apartment above Saint Peter’s Square; He tried but could not speak.

For a few agonizing moments (which seemed like an eternity) he struggled to say something to the expectant and adoring crowd – but he could not. The Pontiff was wheeled back into his apartment. It was clear that he was near death. To me, it was his most eloquent moment, yet he didn’t say a word I could understand.

To the end, he showed by his example, that Christ is always near, especially in what may seem like hopeless circumstances. The chronically ill and disabled people of the world took notice. I know I sure did. The Pontiff proclaimed through his faithful witness, Christ’s solidarity with the world’s disabled. His final witness was for a culture of life and inclusion – and that blessed witness continued to the last hours of his life. His unstated message that Christ stands in union with the world’s disabled, the chronically and terminally ill was (and is) of profound importance to us. In his last journey, Pope John Paul illustrated with poignant clarity that no matter how desperate life’s circumstances may become, no matter how close we may be to death’s door, Christ is there.

Jesus Christ is the path to authentic personal freedom, the source of love and joy despite my physical circumstances. He waits for His followers at the end of our last hour and we step across the threshold from this world to the next. Many of my observations about suffering are rooted and confirmed in the wisdom of Pope John Paul II.[9] The Pope showed me a reflection of the true love of Christ despite dire physical circumstances.

The true love of Christ:  Is there anything so sweet to the human soul? His love has existed beside a crimson thread of suffering that can be traced throughout the course of human history throughout the last 2,000 years. Suffering seems to be inextricably linked with the essence of the nature of humanity.

It has been in my suffering I have received a glimpse of the Truth and it is setting me free. Not even this wheelchair can take that freedom from me. Christ’s light is driving back my darkness. I live in His light and liberty. God gave me the answer to human suffering in the Cross of Jesus Christ. I can sit at his feet that still bear the scars of his pain. My lesser sufferings have been absorbed.

My search for some purpose to my pain encountered divine love in his Christ’s pain. My search for the meaning of my suffering has drawn me nearer to Him. The answer has not come in a thunderclap of revelation rather a breeze that whispers: “Be not afraid, I am with you.”

The love of Jesus Christ transcends every grief and every pain. I can rest in the knowledge that He is my final reality and that we shall stand face to face. I will finally know just as I am known.



Footnotes

[1] John Scott, “FEAR AND FALSE PROMISES: The Challenge of Pain in the Terminally Illin EUTHANASIA AND  ASSISTED SUICIDE: The Current Debate, Ed. Ian Gentles (Toronto: Stoddart Publishing Co., 1995) p. 96.
[2] For more information about dexmedetomidine (Presidex) See  http://journals.sagepub.com/doi/pdf/10.1177/0269216314556923 
[3] CATECHISM OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, Nos. 2014-2015, Cf. 774.
[4] Roman 8.28-29.  Cf. CATECHISM OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, Nos. 2012.
[5] 2 Timothy 1.9. cf. Romans 16.25
[6] Matthew 22.37-40. Cf. Leviticus 19.18.
[7] CCC. No.2013
[8] CCC. No. 1926.
[9] See Pope John Paul II’s Apostolic Letter Salvifici Doloris, on The Christian Meaning of Human Suffering, 1984. http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/john_paul_ii/apost_letters/documents/hf_jp-ii_apl_11021984_salvifici-doloris_en.html