A month, more or less, since I’ve posted. And here is not anything original with me—not any thought or idea that has come. Life has been busy, and I have been working in it. But this is something which has given me sudden comfort. Like the person who continues drudgery, the mundane, and suddenly finds hope in it, a certain satisfaction and justification. Let any one who suffers, any one who is in grief, any one who is simply having a down day or a frustrating mood read this.
Therefore let those who suffer according to God’s will entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good. – 1 Peter 4:19
Oh the implications. It brings to mind a quote by C.S. Lewis, on my sidebar, I believe.
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.
Our grief, our misery, our sorrow, deep as it may seem, too unfathomable to render precisely—it is all present, and passing, interminable as it may seem. We have a faithful Creator. We suffer according to God’s will. And we suffer so that we will not forget him. The life of our Saviour was one of great suffering on our behalf. This world we live in is a torment and a grief to me—but can’t I live in deep joy in spite of it? And it is not about ourselves. We must be doing good—always. Being kind, being attentive, sympathetic, loving, tender. And what are we at heart? Warriors—and sufferers. But our comfort is great, the end eternal and wonderful. Don’t give up. Press on, and hold fast.
It was good for me that I was afflicted, that I might learn your statutes. – Psalm 119:71