Memory Verses

[The woman] had endured much under many physicians and had spent all that she had; and she was no better but rather grew worse. – Mark 5:26 (NRSV) 

All my life I’ve heard about the benefits of immersing myself in scripture. Particularly that, if I spend my days reading the Good Word, then when the bad times come, the verses of comfort will be there on my lips. 

At death’s door will come floating, unbidden, the 23rd Psalm. Surely goodness and mercy… 

But last month, on the umpteenth day of lying on my left side – the only position that didn’t hurt – nursing a week-old fever, the verse that came to my mind was Mark 5:26. “She had endured much under many physicians…and she was no better but rather grew worse.” 

It fit. After 3 days of the worst pain of my life, I’d had an emergency surgery. Then, a week later, the infection back, a second. And now, almost 2 months in, I still won’t know for weeks whether I’m healed or headed back.  

And what floats unbidden into my mind several times a day? This description of one woman’s relentless suffering. 

I find it strangely comforting.  

This verse I’m certain no Sunday School child was ever asked to memorize. This account of unresolved pain. It speaks to me. 

Yes, I know where the story goes: …the hem of his garment…your faith has made you well. 

But I’m not there. I’m back at the enduring much, spending all, growing worse stage. 

Which turns out to be sacred text. Part of the Good Word. Before the cure arrives. Not knowing if it ever will. The suffering, the fear, the waiting…are part of the story, and God knows it by heart. 

Prayer
Comfort ye, my people.