On Sunday night, I was writing an essay for a book that I have read called The Problem of Pain. I came across the literature in a way that would change my perspective on solving the spiritual problems that I can't understand.
We tend to get wrapped around the things that dont make sense. I said this, “I dont have to make this life make sense”. The way I look at it. We analyze everything in our life by our rules and we are made from God, so it is like putting a square through a triangle hole. It wasn’t made to be put through.
God’s son died and erased our sins so that our pain could be eliminated. If we chose when people could die, then this world be our world. If I knew why good people died, then I would be God, but I am not. I am not..
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sounds like it was a good read. i'll have to read the essay. every time i read something you've written i always find myself wanting more...see you soon
"When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But rather a special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate gaze. As though He shook his head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.'" -C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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