In the post from Monday, I responded to news of Nathan Gentry's death. For the most part, the post is a manifestation of my profound sadness and my feelings of helplessness. It is a heartbreaking, "Why?"
My friend Matt replied to the post with a similar expression of suffering. Laced within our responses were some serious questions that I will reply to briefly in the comments of that post. But I think it is fair to say, in the end of the day we are giving voice to same human response to Nathan's suffering and dying.
I reenact Job's challenge to God, "Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the schemes of the wicked?" Job 10:3. I recall Jesus', "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Mark 15:34. Everything I write is nothing more than a mournful version of Whitman's "barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world." Song of Myself (stanza 52)
I simply cannot give expression to such deep sorrow.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Sometimes the world is filled with such utter darkness and sadness that it is difficult to lift your head and take a breath. On the island of Patmos, John was writing in a time of such darkness. To me, his revelation is an honest and hopeful one. A revelation that even through unimaginable suffering, the faith can prevail. Even if the time of prevailing is a forever a way. Likewise, the resurrection, whatever it means, is a reminder of our resilience. It is a reminder of the beauty and power of the human experience. It is a reminder of death's limitations. And perhaps its greatest relevance is when we are at our weakest.