PAIN is not something I look forward to experiencing, even though I have heard many a person speak of it as possessing an embodiment of lessons; or as being a pathway to higher graces.
On Sunday, however, a woman confronted me,
“I am not happy with you,” she said.
Of course I know why she wasn’t happy. She had had a still birth, and I was too busy to visit her afterwards, even though we were looking at working together on an event I was putting up for the local church.
And so that evening, I decided to go to her house, to see the family and pray with them.
“Why did the baby have to die?” You might ask.
I asked the very same question, and according to the husband, there was no more reason to live. What however got me reconsidering pain was that the husband confessed to have changed since that incident. Things that were not according to God’s word, he would no longer engage in. It brought him closer to God.
“The death of the child was a replica of the death of Christ,” he said.
Now there is a burning in his heart. A yearning no one but God can satisfy. Where he took up politics and rigging, he now takes up the bible and evangelism.
His pain wrought obedience in him.
I have never written any article on pain before, as I have really not experienced pain, save one that stemmed from my own disobedience. Now, however, I see differently, there just might be something precious that will come out of that pain.
Bless God, who knows what best fits us, and though we pass through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil.
That pain is working out patience, in you!