Suffering
I have not heard of any individual who has contracted the Covid-19 disease and gone through the paces of the horror that this virus inflicts, who is complaining about masks, quarantine and social distancing.
This is because the journey these souls were thrust upon produced enough suffering that a more complete understanding came into their lives than they might have achieved by watching Fox or CNN News.
For I will tell you—try as I will, I cannot conjure the sensation in my spirit that a person with darker skin experiences when delayed, questioned and taunted by a police officer.
Although I have listened for hours, I still don’t have the comprehension that every woman possesses after being subjugated, alienated and mistreated—simply for having a vagina.
There’s a certain amount of suffering that is the prequel to understanding.
“Touched by infirmities.”
A fascinating phrase.
It means that if I don’t sample the pain in this world, I may not be prepared to dole out the healing which is required.
So now, when I have one of those days of discomfort, when a confusion makes me wonder if I’m teetering in a deadly situation, I calm down and simply realize:
It’s my turn.
Yes, it has become necessary for me to catch up with the rest of humanity, which has already gained understanding through … suffering.
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