Don’t Discourage Your Hurting Friend’s Faith

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When things fell apart, I screamed at God to glue me back together again. I’d been struck deaf, and putty clogged my lungs — airways literally gurgled when I inhaled. I puked several times daily between the panic attacks that ripped my mind to shreds. My whole body ached constantly. I was on the cusp of graduating college, and I wondered only if I’d even get to taste a career before I suffocated in some frigid, drab hospital ward.

Torment, dread, regret. Unbearable.

Everything seemed meaningless: all the anxious striving and the late-night projects and the moral compromises and the sacrifices for reputation and ambition … meaningless. The writer of Ecclesiastes compared life to vapor, short-lived and prey to the ever-shifting winds. I felt that. And like Jeremiah, I cursed the day I was born. I told God that I loathed him.

In that moment, I realized I was treating him like he was actually there with me. I’d grown up thinking a lot about God, but abstractly. He wasn’t really real until then, you know? And I swear it, he puffed me full of this intense peace that I couldn’t put words to, could only experience.

I hated it. Because I knew that peace was him, and I despised him.

Eventually I came around, stopped yelling at him about my agony and instead asked how he could pull me out of my pit. I’d end up surviving after a series of freaky coincidences seemingly orchestrated by intelligent design, but what really weirded me out was my joy intensifying counter to my waning health. Why, when caked in ashes, did my smile stretch bigger and bigger?

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How Dying Taught Me to Live

Many friends couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t continue cursing God, couldn’t understand why I’d cling to something as silly as an “imaginary friend.” I got that. After all, I had my cursing and disbelief days. But I also wish they’d spent less time trying to turn me away from my source of joy and hope, and instead joined me in celebrating that at least something carried me through my darkest periods.

I’m not writing to convince you that the Judeo-Christian God is the bee’s knees. Rather, I want to convince you that when someone is hit by catastrophic crises, it’s OK to let them dive deeper into a faith. Skepticism is unwelcome when we’re on our last legs. It’s tough to live with a disease; we need all the help we can find.

When the world is violent, we need purpose and control

When I felt small and thrown to the unpredictable winds, I desperately clawed for any semblance of control and yearned for spiritual answers as to why all things hurt. It’s hard not to consider questions of purpose when your own body tries to murder you.

Faith can help with answering these questions. Studies demonstrate that religion’s provision of purpose can help a person cope while also boosting their sense of control over their situation.

This is a great comfort for those who feel stripped of their autonomy while hospitalized or when faced with the evil of towering medical bills.

Spiritual health can mean improved emotional health

People with health conditions experience higher rates of anxiety and depression than the healthier population. Medication and therapy are wonderful, and they can synergize with faith to further emotional stability in both obvious and overlooked ways. Additionally, extra care invested into emotional health leads to more rest and sleep quality, which translates to improved physical health.

Prayer reaches beyond our own strength

Even some of my irreligious friends say they’ve found themselves praying when poo hits the fan. It comforts. Whether someone really is listening on the other end or not, prayer can calm a person’s nerves, dampen anger, and make them less reactive to negative circumstances. Meditation has similar effects and can boost pain tolerance. That’s a lot of bang for barely any energy expenditure!

It can compel us to care for our bodies

Many religions believe in caring for both the physical and spiritual. Beliefs promoting bodily health can drive a person to care for themselves in ways previously neglected. I was a noncompliant patient until my pastor’s wife reminded me that my body is a temple, and should be treated with that dignity. Suddenly, my treatment adherence and diet were about something bigger than myself.

Community is essential to thriving

Dedication to a particular faith can open up community opportunities that previously didn’t seem appealing. My church has been a huge family of extended caregivers who ensure I take my medicines, stay away from germs, rest, have rides to appointments, stay well-fed, and always have visitors when hospitalized. They’re also always the ones to care for my parents when I’m in sticky situations. I’m deeply grateful for the ways they’ve sacrificed for my family.

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Cyrese Hoffman avatar

Cyrese Hoffman

What a down to earth and meaningful story....so true. Thank you for your "Story."
I have often felt totally helpless when my children were battling when coughing and on IV treatments.
Lost my daughter 3 years ago and my son Franz is 36 and in November this year will be 2 years with his new lungs. What a beautiful gift he received
Many thanks....

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