Lord, there were so many times that my eyes looked to the skies for answers. I watched the sorrows of the world and wondered where is Your justice, where is Your goodness, where is Your infinite love? Also, I wondered: What are You? Where do You live?
However, that day had arrived. It came, and we found each other. It was a particularly cold autumn night. I made my visits at the hospital, observing the image of each patient for which I, as a physician, was responsible.
So I was surprised by the mother of one of my patients, who desperately was shouting my name.
Her son, who was seven at the time, had the continuous crisis of convulsions. His frail body affected by cancer, struggled on the stretcher.
After stabilizing him and considering my forty years in the area of oncology, I knew that death would soon come to the frail boy.
Still, there occurred something unusual (perhaps because I remembered my grandson, healthy and happy) the tears began to flow from my eyes incessantly, and even trying very hard, I could not contain them.
I held the hand of that child, and with the support of the mother who now shared her tears with me, I felt his pulse becoming weaker and weaker, until it stopped completely.
I immediately started thinking about words of comfort to relieve the heart of the mother who just lost her son. But the big tears running down my face did not allow me to comfort anyone.
And how surprised I was when that lady, wiping her own tears, hugged me, and said, “Do not cry, doctor. God wanted my son to not suffer anymore.”
“God always acts in our favor,” continued the lady. “It is us, being selfish, that we often times are not able to see His mercy in everything around us, even when we suffer.”
Puzzled, I could not go along with the reasoning of that wise woman. How can we find mercy in suffering?
And she, as if reading my thoughts said, “God is like a parent who treats a sick child, allowing the taking of medicine, although bitter, but it will bring relief and cure for the sick body. God allows us to take the bitter medicine of suffering so that finally we heal our spirit of all evil, perhaps, which may still exist.”
In that simple answer that lady gave me, I found You.
At the table, he was not only the son of the woman so resigned. All the pains of the world, were there represented, which I also cried for.
Where I saw injustice and pain, she saw opportunity and regeneration. While I lost a patient to death, she gave up the life of a child. I saw the end; she a beginning.
God is revealed in all things. Let down our guard, our pride, our materialism, our selfishness to perceive it. In the green of the forests, in the singing of the birds, in suffering, in laughing and within us ... There He is!
Think about it!
(Website www.amorpazycaridad.com in issue dated 8/27/2014, author not listed, and translated into English by Yvonne Limoges)