We know that none of the men on the cross that morning were in so much pain that they were unable to worship. And One had no need for conversion. (And who’s to say that the man who asked Jesus to remember him had not been converted and even baptized before. That’s the argument of many Church of Christ preachers.)
Nevertheless, different people have different pain and even different pain tolerances.
My own mother, on the way into the hospital for her last admission, chirped up at admissions with, “I have the best insurance there is: Jesus Christ!” On the day she died, the sheets hurt her legs, a breeze caused her to cry out in pain and we couldn’t get her pain under control at all, even with doses that should have knocked her out. In addition to (probably because of) paraneoplastic neuropathies, she had a series of lacunar infarcts that made her brain CT look like Swiss cheese. She was barely thinking and talking nonsense.
(She died of another stroke while in the MRI machine, with me at her head, singing to her. Even though our family had made our wishes that she not be resuscitated, the neurologist wanted this one last test, the paper work wasn’t finished, the hospitalist hadn’t signed the order and I had to interfere to prevent a full code.)
Perhaps if you’d studied in San Antonio, you’d have more first-hand experience. The Family Medicine residency program where I trained took the Podiatry residents for a few months of training on the in patient medicine service.
Thanks for sharing this.
And Yes, San Antonio is a highly regarded Podiatry residency in our specialty, for good reason.
I stayed close to home and completed my residency locally.