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.