Finding True Blessing Amidst Sorrow

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Agony in the Garden Mariano de la Roca y DelgadoNone of us is promised happiness in this life. All of us are guaranteed sorrow. Indeed, sorrow is the classroom where we often learn our most valuable lessons and through which we can climb ever closer to heaven – where we are promised happiness.

Perhaps that’s why I am so drawn to praying the Sorrowful Mysteries of the rosary each week. In those prayers, I am able to meditate on the Passion of Christ and unite my suffering to His suffering. Even though the causes of my sorrow pale in comparison to the agony, persecution and death of the Lord, He has a way of taking mine and making it into something beautiful.

He blesses my soul.

“No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God … and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father … in heaven.” – Orson F. Whitney, early 20th-century Mormon leader

The English language is filled with words somehow related to sorrow. We hear many of them passed along to grieving family members when someone passes away, when someone is diagnosed with a serious illness, when some sort of trouble falls upon a community or home …

Suffering and trial. Pain and patience. Humility and endurance. Fortitude and sadness and faith.

No one slides through a life of any significant length without experiencing sorrow and all that accompanies it. Death is inevitable. Sickness and disappointment are inevitable. No matter the size of your bank account or amount of power in your job. No matter the number of friends in your cell phone’s log of contacts or apparent physical shape. Only robots avoid sorrow. Only people with precious few friends and family can know a limit to their occasions to mourn or endure trial – although lonely people such as those know an entirely different brand of deep sorrow.

Though blessed with so much good in life, I have known sadness and sorrow. Honestly, I can’t tell you how many funerals I have attended in my 54 years, including close family members and numerous boys and girls (because that’s really what they were) under the age of 21. I have known pain and trials, including more than a decade with clinical depression and severe anxiety.

One secret to my endurance and patience: Jesus suffered. The Son of God experienced sadness and pain and trials.

As I am writing this, it is a Tuesday evening. About four hours ago, I prayed the rosary and, being Tuesday, that meant my meditation focused on the Sorrowful Mysteries. Therefore, I had the opportunity to unite my suffering with that of Jesus Christ.

The First Mystery: The Agony in the Garden

I can envision Jesus praying in the Garden of Gethsemane. He has had his last meal, shared with close friends. Three of those men recline not so far away from Him. In these moments when danger appears imminent, the Son of Man could use the support and compassion of his most intimate companions. Alas, they sleep. The Lord, also the Son of God, turns to His Father for assurance and perhaps even deliverance from the peril that awaits. The prayer becomes agonizing. Beads of sweat include droplets of blood. His spiritual pain is intense, multiplied by the sins of all humankind in the past, present and future. That includes my sins.

Jesus finds not even one moment of consolation. I have known spiritual pain, thoughts of understanding God’s will but not wanting to go in that direction because of the agony it would bring me. How can I bear it?

“For Jesus Christ,’ St. Maximilian Kolbe said, “I am prepared to suffer still more.”

The Second Mystery: The Scourging at the Pillar

The pain wracks the body of Jesus. Dozens of lashes with a whip. Beating with fists and clubs. Falling to the ground, the dust and grime of the earth mix with His sweat and blood in open wounds. He screams, unable to hold back his emotions. He moans loudly, unable to willfully summon any external signs of strength against the persecution. He is a man, after all. His flesh is that of a man. His blood is red. The pain is real.

I have lived with migraine headaches for more than 35 years, sometimes moved to tears and unable to move my head at all for fear of the throbbing making me scream. I have learned that depression can cause physical pain as well as emotional. How can I bear it?

“If God sends you many sufferings,” St. Ignatius Loyola said, “it is a sign that He has great plans for you and certainly wants to make you a saint.”

The Third Mystery: The Crowning with Thorns

Perhaps more agonizing than any emotional and physical torture, Jesus becomes the object of derision by the Roman soldiers. They “dress” Him like a king. It’s a mockery. The crown, which should feature diamonds and rubies befitting a true King of Kings, features dozens of large thorns that penetrate his scalp. Streams of blood run down his forehead and into his eyes, down his cheeks.

I have heard whispers – from others and from voices inside my own head – about how I should be able to overcome my depression simply by having a deeper faith. Society as a whole still doesn’t accept my illness, one shared by millions of Americans, as something serious and debilitating. They might not always mock us to our faces, but behind our backs or when we aren’t around, we hear. We read. We sense. We feel. And in some of those moments, I recall that in my past, I have belittled others, discriminated, mocked. The shame on one hand, the guilt on the other – how can I bear it?

“The crown of thorns, driven in by blows, makes Him a mock king,” St. Josemaria Escriva said. “You and I, … haven’t we crowned Him anew with thorns, and struck Him and spit on Him? Never more, Jesus, never more.”

The Fourth Mystery: The Carrying of the Cross

Hurting, bleeding, disheartened, weak – and the wood of the cross is so incredibly heavy, even for an able-bodied man in ideal fitness. Yet those soldiers command Jesus to bend over and lift it with his shoulder, then drag it through the uneven, narrow streets of Jerusalem. The man is God, yes, but in these moments He is all man. And the tree He carries has splinters and that great weight. He falls. Falls again. Falls a third time. There is no truly relieving consolation for Jesus on this Via Dolorosa. In fact, He consoles others, those women weeping for Him along the way, His mother.

I carry a cross, this chronic illness that won’t relent. Others offer to help carry it, but it’s not really possible with the cross of mental illness. I have to lift it daily, drag it. I fall. I have to get back up. Unlike Jesus, I’m not always able to do that quickly or impressively. My cross is so overwhelming – how can I bear it?

“The road is narrow. He who wishes to travel it more easily must cast off all things and use the cross as his cane,” St. John of the Cross said. “In other words, he must be truly resolved to suffer willingly for the love of God in all things.”

The Fifth Mystery: The Crucifixion and Death of the Lord

Reaching the scene of The Greatest Tragedy In Human History, Jesus is laid outstretched on a tree. Soldiers drive nails through His hands and feet. Looking on this whole time, one wouldn’t think Jesus could experience any greater pain than He had for the previous few hours. But this is a new pain that shoots throughout His entire body with each blow of the hammer. Each blow, I know, is directly my responsibility, the effects caused by my sins. Lifting Him up for all the world to see, both now and forever, the soldiers continue to laugh at Him and demean Him. His Father could strike them all down immediately; an army of angels could appear and restore the Lord to His true power; instead, Jesus cries out in feelings of abandonment and thirst for a world that would love Him instead of kill Him.

After uniting my agonies and pains and shame with Jesus throughout the first four mysteries, I find myself presented with one final, decisive choice. Do I stand alongside the soldiers and delight in the death of Jesus? Or do I hug His mother Mary, then climb onto my own cross alongside the Christ, dying to myself and my selfish ways?

“The flame of Divine Love never rises higher than when fed with the wood of the Cross, which the infinite charity of the Savior used to finish His sacrifice,” St. Ignatius said. “All the pleasures of the world are nothing compared with the sweetness found in the gall and vinegar offered to Jesus Christ. That is, hard and painful things endured for Jesus Christ and with Jesus Christ.”

I want to choose sorrow and the cross, something made easier for me because I realize that the Sorrowful Mysteries are meditated upon only two days every week. On those five other days, I pray mysteries from the Gospels that are Joyful, Luminous and Glorious. The mission of Jesus Christ didn’t end with the cross.

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About Author

Mike Eisenbath has been married to Donna for 30 years; they have four adult children and two grandsons. He was an award-winning sportswriter for 23 years, including 18 at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch with duties that included covering the St. Louis Cardinals and Major League Baseball. Severe depression forced him out of that career. He continues to write, with a monthly column in the St. Louis Review and his www.eisenbath.com website featuring reflections on topics such as his Catholic faith and mental illness. Mike is a frequent speaker and radio guest involving those subjects. Among his three books is Hence My Eyes Are Turned Toward You: Confronting Depression With Faith and the Prayer of Jehoshaphat.