Forsaken

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.

2 thoughts on “Forsaken”

  1. The day Nathan died, Jae and I walked to a graveyard near our house. In the older section, there is a corner that seems to have been reserved for the graves of children. Jae bought some pink roses on the way, and we put them on those graves. One of the graves had this inscription:

    “You gave, and You took back. Thy will be done.”

  2. Those who find comfort in this sentiment are profoundly different than I am. They find comfort in this distant Sovereign keeping things in order. How weird is that?

    I’m turning over a statement of faith in my head. Such things help me out from time to time. Sort of tracking my personal spiritual evolution.

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