Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Through The Darkest Places

I hear much about different people's sufferings. How do people endure living in this world? The impetus to keep going says something tremendous about the human person. But the capacity to love from out of the midst of deep personal pain: this is a mystery and a miracle. It is a witness. There is something greater in this world than the implacable misery that wants to suffocate us.

When we pray at 3:00, let us remember that it was at that hour that Jesus cried out to the Father, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" This is very mysterious, but we know that on the Cross, He has taken to Himself and borne for us and is present within every suffering that we endure, even and especially the suffering of feeling abandoned and alone, of the great open wound that is our anguish and that can do nothing but cry out.

Trusting in Him even as we cry out may bring no comfort, but the truth is that Jesus is here, that there is Love, that there is healing, that He has made a way through the darkest places. The very fact that we believe this, even with the smallest glimmer of faith, is a sign that we are already beginning to be transformed.

2 comments:

The Diatribest said...

Understanding with the intellect that Jesus is here for us is so difficult to comprehend when our heart/emotions are so raw and frazzled.

I'm discovering a new lesson this Lent that sometimes things aren't what they seem, but holding onto the knowledge that Jesus is with me has brought me through some dark hours.

I hope your words continue to reach many.

"Hurt-ey" said...

I know what you say is true...I read it and I'm saying "Yup, that's true"; but in practical daily life--the papers and tests and friendship drama and family stuff and other people's problems--trying to remember *then* that "He . . . is present within . . . the great open wound that is our anguish and that can do nothing but cry out" [you have a wonderfully poetic way of talking about suffering]...trying to remember that then is HARD. Hard, hard, hard, because I get flipped out and can't even think of the fact that He's with me. Keep writing...your book is really helping me this Lent!