Last year around this time I came across this book by Timothy Keller: "Walking with God through Pain and Suffering.
Little did I know how timely it would be, but I guess that God knew.
The book was so much more than I expected....theology, contextual history...philosophical ideas, amazing!
For many years I have held to the belief that if God truly is in control, then everything that happens, and I do mean EVERYTHING, has value.
I guess my own upbringing was that as well. We were not taught answers to everything, but purpose...trust.
I struggled with that for many years. Especially in light of what my grandparents went through, and my great-grandparents who were lost to famine...labour camps, persecution.
There is meaning there.
I went away in October of last year for my annual private retreat. My time away to just think and pray and process.
I took this book and both listened and read.
Little did I know that our Mom would get cancer, and then leave us just 2 months after her diagnosis.
I think I was being prepared. Who knows. But I understood a little more...or at least, looked at things a little differently.
My Mom knew that as well. Her words to me in hospital were "I know people are praying for me. God suffered for me, I can suffer for Him".
So, she saw and understood the value of pain and suffering as well.
This book was helpful to me...it pointed to something bigger than me.
A plan. A Purpose. A Person.
I'm thanking for this revelation. The still small voice that gently leads and directs.
Grace abounds.
Little did I know how timely it would be, but I guess that God knew.
The book was so much more than I expected....theology, contextual history...philosophical ideas, amazing!
For many years I have held to the belief that if God truly is in control, then everything that happens, and I do mean EVERYTHING, has value.
I guess my own upbringing was that as well. We were not taught answers to everything, but purpose...trust.
I struggled with that for many years. Especially in light of what my grandparents went through, and my great-grandparents who were lost to famine...labour camps, persecution.
There is meaning there.
I went away in October of last year for my annual private retreat. My time away to just think and pray and process.
I took this book and both listened and read.
Little did I know that our Mom would get cancer, and then leave us just 2 months after her diagnosis.
I think I was being prepared. Who knows. But I understood a little more...or at least, looked at things a little differently.
My Mom knew that as well. Her words to me in hospital were "I know people are praying for me. God suffered for me, I can suffer for Him".
So, she saw and understood the value of pain and suffering as well.
This book was helpful to me...it pointed to something bigger than me.
A plan. A Purpose. A Person.
I'm thanking for this revelation. The still small voice that gently leads and directs.
Grace abounds.
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