I was in a critical care doctors officer recently. I got there a bit early, just in time to hear a patient be incredibly rude about having to wait 30 mins to see this doctor. We live in a small town. He's a specialist and he carries a very full load.
The man was the patient and seemingly ungrateful given the fact that he had to wait for a doctor who more than likely saved his life. This MD is tough as nails when it comes to following what he tells you to do. He's one that evokes pure fear in me going in the door. No one likes to face the that kind of truth about themselves. The guy being rude served up a dish of harsh unleashing it on the nurses who run that tiny office.
My turn. I got called back for my appointment after the dust settled a bit. We went through the usual litany of where are we at with all the things he's asked me to do. I explained to him that I was in pain. I knew it would be short term but it was necessary for some testing I had to have done. His response to was interesting.
He asked me if I really understood what he does. I gave my high level simplistic understanding. The majority of this doctors patients are in the ICU. He keeps people breathing for a living. He also is the Hospice doctor.
On the daily he pulls people back from death and also sees to their comfort as they progress though to death in this world. When you line all things up, against what this man does the pain I was in became insignificant.
Sometimes all the thanks he gets is people complaining that he was late for their appointment. Not taking into consideration that he had to read a CAT Scan, and an emergency to deal with keeping a critical patient alive, etc.
The next thing he asked is if I understood the different between pain and suffering. He said, "You know they aren't the same right?" "Pain, he said, is a physical response. While suffering is a perception of the pain one is in." He said, you are feeling pain but in reality you are suffering." This is someone who sees BOTH daily. Then I got a glimpse of how he manages to deal with the stress of keeping people alive or the responsibility keeping someone comfortable as they are dying, when nothing else can be done, of every single day. He said consider the suffering Our Lord went through in the garden of Gethsemane and the pain Christ endured on the Cross."
I am not doing justice to the impact of his words nor the immensity of his faith in this moment. The reality of what this doctor said placed my small amount of suffering into perspective.
Why does God not answer prayers for healing. God HEALS perfectly. All through the gospels, Our Lord not only healed people of their ills or wounds, He healed their entire life. He healed their sin, He restored them entirely in their communities. He turned water into wine. But not just wine, the BEST wine. God never does things part way. If we truly believe in God and heaven, the goal IS heaven! We sure don't like how we have to get there. Heaven is perfect healing and the ultimate goal. Where is a better place than being in the presence of LOVE. I think our will, not God's, creates more suffering.
I think there are miracles unseen. And their are wounds that we don't understand. I don't believe healing always means the person we pray for is going to be spared pain or suffering or even death. God the Loving Father didn't spare HIS ONLY SON when Jesus begged Him. Father... if it be YOUR will, take this cup from me."
If you think the prayer hasn't been answered, look harder. Sometimes the answer has to be no or wait, or He's really healing something else we can't see. God is not going to do something that would inhibit salvation.
Job had been lying in unrelieved misery for months with open sores all over his body. During this time he bore the grief of seven dead sons and
three dead daughters. All of his wealth had vanished in one afternoon.
He had become repulsive to his wife, loathsome to his brothers, and even
little children despised him as he lay on the ash heap outside of town.
And he begins to question God.
God who LOVES Job answered this man. .................Have you ever in your life commanded the morning,
And caused the dawn to know its place?
That does it for me. There are questions that can't be answered because we just don't know the ways of God, nor can we counsel Him.
But without faith suffering has no meaning.
ETA: For the record, God hasn't cured me or my son nor did he keep my friend from loosing a child or another from having to watch her firefighter husband pass from dementia at the age of 45. But they are cured in heaven. And I hope someday I will make it myself.