It does not cease to amaze me when folks who struggle to believe in God or don’t believe in God, say how can there be a God when there is so much suffering in the world?
Where did that understanding come from anyway? That God has nothing to do with suffering? Just look around.
A seed has to be buried underground and split open before a shoot eeks it’s way through the soil to erupt as budding life.
Trees lose all their leaves, wither into a skeletal version before emerging on the wings of Spring, rejuvenated and with renewed life.
Clay is fired up to 1500 degrees to burn away impurities before revealing a shimmering glaze.
Don’t get me wrong. I deeply hope that there wouldn’t be pain and sadness, war and senseless violence. The other night I sat with my husband at a memorial service for a vibrant 17 year old young woman who had tragically and senselessly lost her life in a car accident on her birthday. She died in the same hospital where she took her first breaths 17 years earlier. How does one make sense of that? My heart broke for her, for her family and friends.
I am reminded however that God does not cause everything but sure can use everything. Before being put to rest her organs now give life to others. Parents hold their children a little closer. Folks are encouraged to think more carefully about their safety before sitting in their cars to drive.
In the depths of my depression I was devastatingly miserable. I could see no light. I had no joy. Today, I am so grateful for that time because so much new growth has emerged as a result of it. New joy. New life. New laughter. New healing. New ways of seeing. New ways of feeling. New strengths. New hope.
Is it only me, or do you too see God even in the suffering?