In Matthew 5:10, Jesus says, blessed are those who are persecuted for doing right, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Now look, I’m not going to stretch this cancer thing so far to make it apply here. I tried to in my mind and just couldn’t. Do I feel persecuted? Of course I do. Every time I feel nauseous from the chemo or get stuck with another needle, but that’s not what this is talking about. Jesus is talking about those persecuted for standing up for Him, for doing God’s work, for being righteous. And we all know that takes place.
But that helps me keep this in perspective. Thinking about what saints around the world have and are going through–the martyrs, the tormented, the hidden, the persecuted–keeps my relatively little discomfort as a result of cancer and its treatment in perspective.
Thinking about it now, when setting my “suffering” alongside the suffering of my heavenly siblings around the world, I have to feel a bit guilty. Yes, the reality is that this cancer could take my life, sooner or later, but I’m not being tortured or tormented or driven from my home or made to watch my family suffer horrible acts of violence. Quite the opposite, actually. I have a team of doctors and nurses fighting for my life, trying their hardest to make this journey as comfortable and successful as possible.
The saints that are truly persecuted for their faith and for remaining faithful, they are my heroes.
As an update, tomorrow Jen and I meet with the surgeon to discuss his thoughts on reversing this ileostomy as soon as possible. ASAP means as soon as we get the results back from the barium enema I’ll be getting next Friday, June 6. That will show if anything is leaking or not. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?