This is my view at the moment. Jojo and Gabi watch over me as I work to get over another bout of sciatica. That’s the reason my posts have been sparse of late; sitting aggravates the nerve and makes things worse.
Illness is a spiritual challenge. Questions are natural: why me?
Our ancestors struggled with these questions. They played with many possible answers:
– Maybe illness is a punishment for sin?
– Maybe illness is a test from God?
– Maybe there are demons that cause illness?
– Maybe God isn’t paying attention?
– Does God care?
Today science explains the sources of some illness, but it doesn’t answer our spiritual questions.
I don’t believe that illness is a punishment or a test. Nor do I think it is a contest. My concept of God is a God who does not interfere with nature, a God who manifests in the the Unity behind Nature.
I am aging. I have old neglected injuries. Sometimes they are going to bother me. These are facts that I cannot change.
Besides these facts, I have choices. I can choose to be a mensch. I can choose to do my exercises. I can choose to use my time to study and rest.
Yesterday I learned a story. Prisoners in one of the Nazi camps asked a rabbi: “Since we are enslaved here, should we say the morning blessing thanking God that we are free?” The rabbi paused to consider. “Yes,” he replied, “Whatever they do to our bodies, our souls, our spirits are free.”
As our Festival of Freedom approaches, let us all think about the gift of freedom. What shall we do with it?