I’m sick. I have a bad cold that is making life miserable. But that’s not the worst of it. I’ve had colds before, and I will again. I know that eventually things will get better. But what makes this cold so miserable is the fact that my kids and my wife are sick too!
I know this may sound cliche. I know that this may sound pathetic, but I’m a man, and when I’m sick I like having someone else take care of me, be concerned for me, check in on me from time to time. And usually my wife is very caring and generous in playing along (never once making me feel childish either)! I can count on her to help me feel better almost every time I get sick. The only exception is when she herself is sick.
Then the games stop. Then I’m on my own. Then it is a matter of who’s sicker than who! (Which, if she’s admitting to being sick is almost always her.) Then, sick or not, I must get up and do for others what I want so desperately done for me.
And it has got me thinking. When I’m sick and suffering, I don’t really want anyone else suffering with me. I want someone to tell it it’s going to be all right, that I’m brave, that I’m getting better!
And you know, that’s what this world wants too. This world that has been sickened by sin does not want a saviour to come and suffer with it, pain for pain, ache for ache, ill for ill. They want a saviour who will remain bright and cheery and tell them that everything is OK, that we are all very brave, and that given time we will all get better.
But on our own we won’t. We can’t. No amount of time will grant it. For the medicine this sin-sick world needs is found only in the Christ who came to suffer along with us. The suffering, death and resurrection of Jesus, is the only comfort we have as we suffer under sin. But it is a comfort that we often feel we could do without. It is a comfort that doesn’t play along with our pity-party games. A comfort that will not allow us to go through life childishly oblivious to the truth of sin and its consequences. A comfort that is not based on false hopes, or self-worth, but on the holy precious blood of Jesus Christ … blood willingly shed upon a cross for you, me, and this whole sin-sick world.
It is a medicine that doesn’t always taste good in our self-righteous mouths … but it is the ONLY medicine guaranteed to work every single time! So hold your nose, you sinner, swallow it down and start feeling better already!