#87 Facing Illness: Hope in a Failing Body

By Andy Fenton

Introduction

Whether short- or long-term, terminal or treatable, receiving a diagnosis and coping with chronic illness is exhausting and often lonely. Some days feel as though the oxygen has been turned off; daily existence can feel unbearably heavy. Hopes and dreams are flushed away. Where once the future was painted with bright hues, darkness descends and slowly covers every inch of life’s canvas.

Sarah was 28 years old. I was studying at seminary. Our first son had just been born. Then, in late 2002, came the diagnosis: Sarah had Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Twenty-one years later, on December 22, 2023, Sarah breathed her painful last and went home.

In the early years, we were thankful. Doctors had made sense of varying symptoms; answers felt better than speculation. That was our rational thinking. Yet emotionally, our minds were dominated by darker, more irrational, and often self-absorbed questions: why does God allow sickness? How quickly will the MS progress? Will we be able to travel? Can we have more children? How will this affect intimacy?

If you are reading this while facing illness yourself, or standing alongside a sick friend or family member, or simply wanting to be better equipped to serve someone in the future—thank you. You are rare. Just look at the divorce rates and the crippling loneliness among the chronically ill. Faithful presence is precious and uncommon.

Facing Illness

The first and greatest challenge is simply to face the illness. To face it is to acknowledge it and refuse denial. It is to step into painful reality rather than hiding behind blind optimism or shallow Christian truisms. Yes, we trust that God is good and sovereign—that is gloriously true. But do not let those truths anaesthetise you to what is right in front of you. Face your illness honestly and recognise you do so… trusting God during illness.

In a Failing Body

There was a time when looking in the mirror was not a nightmare-inducing horror show. Yet the reality is that every day our bodies are gradually failing. Pertness goes south; chiselled features soften under life’s weathering storms. If we are married, the same is true of our spouse.

On our wedding day, we spoke covenant vows: “in sickness and in health,” “for better, for worse.” On that joyful day, those words trip easily off the tongue without deep reflection—and that is fine. Couples should enjoy the mist of romance without descending into despair. But eventually, every one of us reaches the “in sickness” and “for worse” chapters of life. Married or not, we try to deny it. We buff the veneer. Yet as physical beings, we are all locked into bodies that are failing.

Fight

Illness simply increases the tempo of our bodily decline—but it is a fight none of us can avoid, requiring strength in physical weakness. So, face illness, and fight.

Illness and suffering in a failing body is gut-wrenchingly awful. Sadness can overwhelm. There is loss, frustration, and the ache of missed opportunities. It feels unfair, especially in a culture that prizes physical strength and beauty. So, fight.

Fight to appreciate what you have: family, friends, work, safety. Discipline yourself to thank God for blessings, however small. I often thank God for clotted cream and good strawberry preserve on freshly baked scones. Yes, I am British, and this is a genuine jewel in my prayer life.

Fight to uphold the dignity and beauty of being created as physical human beings. Being made in God’s image is easily forgotten when the body fails. It is tempting to give up—do not. We are not to idolise our bodies, but as those made in God’s image (Genesis 1:27–28), we are called to steward them with care. That is difficult when aches are relentless and aesthetics discouraging, but lovingly do what you can.

One Christmas, a wealthy friend gave my wife some Christian Dior hand moisturiser. It was beautifully scented and extravagantly indulgent. As I applied it to her hands, she felt cared for. The rest of her body was failing, but in that small act we upheld her dignity as an image-bearer of God Almighty. And perhaps she arrived in heaven with the softest, rose-scented hands imaginable.

Above all, fight to keep trusting Christ, even when your strength feels spent and your questions remain unanswered. When Jesus cried out on the cross, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” it was the only time He did not address His Father as “Father.” In that moment, He experienced God as the just Judge. He endured abandonment, bearing the full weight of divine justice for sin. It was suffering beyond anything we can comprehend. As this great hymn recalls:

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
in my place condemned he stood;
sealed my pardon with his blood:
Hallelujah, what a Saviour! (P. P. Bliss, Man of Sorrows)

Whatever life brings, we will never endure what Christ endured. That truth does not trivialise our suffering, but it does relativise it. It also gives us someone to turn to:

For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. (Hebrews 4:15).

Jesus understands when no one else does. So fight the pull toward constant introspection and turn to Him. He knows what you are going through—even better than you do.

What follows are six short biblical reflections that I pray will help you face illness and find hope in your failing body.

“Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord!” (Psalm 31:24).

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#87 Facing Illness: Hope in a Failing Body

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