One of the most universal and timeless problems for all people of faith is coming to terms with the events of tragedies and wondering how a good God could allow for suffering. Whether the event is individual, as in my dealing with cancer, or catastrophic, as in the recent earthquake devastation in Haiti, the problem remains the same: “How can there be a good God that allows suffering to exist?
The standard responses, in my experience, are four. And I find each one inadequate and unsatisfactory. In no particular order, one response is to say that we don’t understand, but that it’s just the way that it is. Even Jesus wasn’t immune to mortality and injustices that shaped his suffering and death, but in the end there is a resurrection that rectifies this transitory problem. A second response is to say that everything that happens is because God has a “plan,” and that some unforeseen greater good will come of whatever terrible tragedy we experience. This outlook produces some of the worst imaginable comments to people who are suffering, as though we might find comfort in the notion of God-as-surgeon, causing momentary pain. Even the aftermath to Haiti’s earthquake generated this type of comment, and I reject it as callous nonsense. A third response is to say that suffering and death are the result of a “fallen” creation and humanity. It’s built on the myth that in the beginning, everything was good and without pain, but due to humanity’s bad choices, it’s our fault that there’s suffering and death. Sure, blame us for cancer and earthquakes. Does that really get God off the hook? And the fourth response involves some type of cosmology in which there’s a devil that’s given free reign to wreak havoc with the created order. It’s an unfortunate image that comes from stories like the Book of Job … but it persists. Why would a good, powerful God let a much lesser being, characterized as the devil, have that kind of free reign? This outlook doesn’t make sense to me.
So what are we left with? Do you really think I’ve got an answer? I’d be the first human in history to solve this age old problem, if I did! But let me at least briefly articulate the perspective I live with – that I must live with, given my own suffering with cancer.
Instead of beginning with a specific event or circumstance of suffering, I take a big step back and try to look at the big picture. What do we see in all of creation over the billions of years it’s been taking place? And where is God in all of that? For starters, God is in it all, everything. Always has been and always will be. That goes for the macrocosmic and infinite universe, to the microcosmic world of subatomic material. And the whole blooming thing is in a constant state of change. With animate and inanimate alike, there is birth, life, death, and reformulation into new realities. We (humans) seem to be a rather unique part of this creation, in that we can perceive and reflect upon these realities. So we are aware that we are in and of creation and that we ourselves are subject to the constancy of change in creation. We are a part of this birth, life, death, and reformulation of creation. We believe we are created in the image of God. Thus we, like God though in a limited and finite way, experience this cycle. God experiences the whole gamut, and thus very much experiences and shares the tragic aspects of this dynamic creation.
I wish it weren’t so. I wish I were immortal right now and immune to the sufferings that can be a part of this moment of creation. But I do find comfort in believing that God is very much with me – both in the glorious aspects of life and in the pains that come our way. I find comfort in the image of Jesus who helps us with the possibility that this creation has with it a reformulation of new life for us. I don’t have good answers for undeserved suffering and catastrophic events that cause mass suffering – whether Haiti, my brother’s untimely death, or the massive volcanic eruption that created Yellowstone, for example. I find I stand with Job before God, wanting to know “why?” and not getting an answer. A part of me wishes that I was an animal that doesn’t think and perceive. But then I wouldn’t savor the life I have, I wouldn’t give voice to gratitude for perception and feeling and thought, and I wouldn’t live with hope for more.