Not a ton to report from the last week. I was battling a cold and then malaria. I had joked about how I was expecting to get malaria within my first couple weeks back in country, but it still came as a slight surprise.
There can be some upsides to being sick. One is that I’ve been very tired. There are many times when I’ve wished that my mind would quiet down. When I’m very tired, this happens somewhat easily.
The second reading in Mass this past Sunday was the passage from Corinthians about the many members of the body of Christ. I didn’t feel well during the Mass, and even contemplated not receiving the Eucharist because of my upset stomach and some worries about keeping the host down. But in the homily Fr. Cyril mentioned how when one part of the body is hurt, the whole body feels pain, and then I realized that of course the body of Christ includes the sick, and so I went up to receive Christ during Communion.
I thought, too, of Christ appearing to Paul and asking, “Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me?” (The Feast of the Conversion of St. Paul was also this week) So much pain and so much joy are felt simultaneously in the body of Christ. How many others throughout the world are members of the body of Christ, yet have suffered from sickness far more than me throughout this last week? Both the elderly and those at end of life, and those countless numbers of children and others who come down with diseases like malaria but don’t have the same access to medicines that I do.
So sickness may be involuntary solidarity, but I’ll take it, and try to offer my life up to God with Christ.