Sickness Sucks - Phillip Vo

            Hi, hello there, it’s me, ya boy Phillip.

            I am in fact alive and still doing honors.

            No, I haven’t been fake sick. 

            If you want proof you can come by the door of my room every morning and hear me cough my lungs out/gag. 

            In this week of sickness, I have had a lot of alone time on my hands, during which I reflected not only on my own physical condition but on the condition of all of mankind: a spiritual illness, which is terminal. Augustine’s confessions have a lot to say about human nature and fallenness, and one passage that really resonated with me is in paragraph 12 of Book III that states, “ I did not know that evil has no existence except as a privation of good.” 

            Our bodies are fragile things, while also capable of some pretty incredible feats. Yet, they are constantly bothered by sickness, disease, injury, and pain. If we can look at sickness as a weakening of the body, we can say the same about sin being a corruption of what was good. My lungs aren’t meant to hold a bunch of yellow mucus that I have to cough up and out of my mouth; God didn’t create humans imperfectly. Yet with the original sin of Adam came pain and suffering. Every time we as humans choose sin over what was intended by God, we are actually selecting a twisted version of what God created perfectly. 

            It takes a lifetime of continual confession and seeking God to be sanctified until one day we are made completely right again. Interesting how death to ourselves in life and literal death draw us nearer to true life, that is, God. 

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