Physical pain erodes the heart like a crazy wave the steady cliffs. It taunts the mind with anguish and isolates the person within the walls of a room.
That is the picture that the anonymous writer of Psalm 102 is painting for us to see. I am thankful for this psalm in particular.
For us in pain, the psalm gives voice to our multiple symptoms. And to the healthy, the psalmist draws us to feel and experience the misery of the sufferer.
For how we can comfort people without entering into their chasm of grief?
It’s strangely comforting to know that when we feel the loneliest, we are not alone. With eyes up to the sky observing the desolate birds and tossing and turning we are comforted.
We people tend to run from the sick and suffering, but not God.
Jesus, the savior of all agonies visits us. He who has tasted scrutinizing pain gives an abundance of comfort. Can we? Can we comfort, comfort his people? Can we comfort ourselves in the victory of our Lord?
Can we empathize with the sorrowful?