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I don’t want to tie this up neatly because so much of life as we see it is unresolved. We would have to take some really strong painkillers to make any sort of order to this chaotic existence plausible. It is bent and we cannot fix it. We need faith to see a new order emerging, we need hope so we can feel something above the present mire and we need love so eternity makes sense as the final unspooling of things.
I am slowly coming around to this at the end. The idea that this is not the end. Of course you know it in theory. You read the good book, the characters there seem to be living in some alternate reality but are present and you have this idea of the Christ risen. You might even feel that the drama about His death was unnecessary. Why all this crying and all this fear?
No book is a life though it may contain scenes of real life. In life we will face the real sadness, the crippling loss, the grief and the silence of death. That there is a larger picture will not occur automatically to the grieving heart.
We already ought to let ourselves and others grieve as they can. It is not a slap on the face on any gods and the only God we say matters is not as small minded as we are. He is not small minded at all. He can take the slings of: where are you? What are you doing? He can answer when we ask about the silence.
And answer He will. I have never put a question up there that did not come back down in an answer. It is not always the answer I want. Sometimes it takes a while to hear it. Silence is just the expectation of the voice.