Sometimes, when people close to me are suffering and peoples far from me are suffering and the very earth is suffering, the world seems like a dry and weary land where there is no water. Sometimes, it feels like Your love is not high enough or wide enough or long enough or deep enough. Sometimes, it feels like the grace which is my solid ground is no solid ground at all. Then I am afraid, and I hide; yet You call to me, asking me where I am.
“I am here, Lord, weeping with those who weep, wondering where You are.”
“Ah, Child, I, too, am here, weeping with those who weep.”
“But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild / At every word, / Methought I heard one calling, Child! / And I replied, My Lord.” George Herbert
“He is . . . a Man of sorrows and well-acquainted with grief. . . . Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows.” Isaiah 53:3-4
“Suffering God!” Francois Fenelon