I despise pills. There is not anything particularly special about my views. The pill’s shape, size, and color make little difference. There is no history of substance abuse that I am aware of. I know they can be helpful, healing, and at times the only solution. I even acknowledge that they have a role to play in our response to disease, pain, and suffering. Having said that, I find them invasive, toxic, and something that is inherently unnatural!
I have no idea where my dislike that borders on phobia came from. I cannot remember a bad pill experience, or a time where I took a pill that was supposed to work and did not. I do not know anyone personally that suffers from an addiction to pills. I find it interesting that traditional medicine’s first solution is to prescribe something instead of looking for a root cause, however that is merely a person who lacks formal medical training expressing a personal view.
Ironically, as I age I find that most of my medical problems have very distinct roots related to my choices. When I do not drink enough water combined with a lack of sleep and poor stress management, I know exactly what will happen. At the same time, as I search for the solution to my heart’s pain, I find that remedy is waiting for me to act. Solomon advises each of us; “when you’re kind to others, you help yourself; when you’re cruel to others, you hurt yourself.” (Proverbs 11.17)
Society tells us that healing is found in a pill. I would be the last to suggest that traditional medicine has no role in our lives, it does! However, the ultimate pain of the heart is caused by our separation from the divine. There is no pill to remedy that problem. As we help others we begin to experience the reality of what it means to be in relationship with God. Healing begins! There is more, much more, which comes in the relationship, yet the process is underway. God heals each, fully and completely.
