Explaining 'how it feels' is hard, but here goes...imagine the worst flu you've ever had, that doesn't go away. The high fever is there every day.
Imagine being seasick, and that doesn't go away either.
And the runs...enough said.
Pain under the right side of the ribcage that makes you feel like you've been impaled. (Have you ever been impaled? You don't know what you've missed.)
It will make you turn 270 degrees to the right to be able to turn 90 degrees left, because you simply can't turn against it.
Of course, sometimes it just drops you. On carpet, or on dirt, or on cement. It really does not care.
Finally, the kind of fatigue that makes you want to just stop. And spend the rest of the day and evening in the most...well, the least painful position you can manage, with enough painkillers to put the Chinese Army into a state of perpetual bliss.
The teaching is that Jesus endured the worst pain of anyone who ever lived. Yes. I won't contest that, but I think I have come within spitting distance.
And this makes me realize, in understanding...I think...what He went through, that He is helping me carry this cross. because He gets it.
I don't have to bow meekly and shuffle away backwards, feeling that my problems ain't sh...uh, ain't nothing. They are sure as shootin' something.
And He is there, saying, "One more step, dude...let's do this."
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