Whiny Wednesdays

I woke up about every hour last night with a splitting headache; the first cold of 2012 has struck. And I've spent a lot of time wondering today, Why has science not solved these colds?

Seriously, we can create babies in labs but we can't cure colds. You have failed all of us, scientists.

Sickness seems to force me to withdraw into myself; a sick day is like forced meditation. I don't meditate nearly as often as I should, and being ill provides me motivation and opportunity to sit still for extended periods. Sickness also is a powerful reminder of the value of health.

There is no doubt that God uses our suffering (even the minor suffering of a cold) as a means to call us back to Himself. It is a reminder of that ultimate sickness, sin. And it is a reminder that we will find healing only in the satisfaction of God.

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world. - CS Lewis, The Problem of Pain