{"id":780,"date":"2012-04-06T12:32:42","date_gmt":"2012-04-06T16:32:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stephenhphelps.com\/?p=780"},"modified":"2015-04-02T10:37:17","modified_gmt":"2015-04-02T14:37:17","slug":"after-great-pain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stephenhphelps.com\/?p=780","title":{"rendered":"After Great Pain"},"content":{"rendered":"<body><p style=\"text-align: right;\">(no audio of this work is available)<br>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.stephenhphelps.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/After.Great_.Pain-FITF.pdf\">Download PDF<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">from the <em>Faith in the Future<\/em> series<br>\n<em>Since a story is being told at some length, <\/em><br>\n<em>one may wish to read this series from the first,<br>\ndated Feb 12, 2012, <\/em><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">A Love Supreme<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Texts on Good Friday, April 6, 2012<br>\n<em>Job 30: 16-23; Mark 15: 33-39<\/em><\/p>\n<p>We said it here in the dark of last night: If you have walked with Job this Lententide, you have noticed before now that Job\u2019s sorrows are like with Jesus\u2019 sorrows. We come at last to their awful plea: \u201cI cry to thee and thou dost not answer me; I stand, and thou dost not heed me,\u201d speaks Job. \u201cAnd Jesus cried with a loud voice, \u2018E\u2019loi, E\u2019loi, la\u2019ma sabach- tha\u2019ni?\u2019 which means, \u2018My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?'\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Let us not answer them quickly. Let us not smooth their wrinkled brows with words of worn wisdom, that God always answers prayer, that God never forsakes one in need. Remember a caution we noted some Sundays back, when Job\u2019s friends had set upon him with certitudes and corrections, claiming to comfort him with conformable norms of speech and behavior. Caution: conventional comforts often only guard the comforter; dull his awareness of his fear in the presence of the sufferer; patrol the limits of acceptable explanations; fix his image of the known to the inside of his spectacles, so he need never see anything new under the sun.<\/p>\n<p>But let us let Job be right today. Let Jesus speak and no reply we make. \u201cWhy have you forsaken?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Many Christians seem to think they need no history to know Jesus and certainly no help from the Jews of history to secure the promise of their salvation. They seem to think God\u2019s great good is specially reserved for them and them alone, who receive Jesus as Lord and Savior. But this is as if to make an expedition to the summit of Mt. Everest by helicopter, and want to claim the same gain as those who really risked and climbed. It\u2019s not a new idea to say, <em>Faith is a journey, not a destination<\/em>\u2013but that word and its caution must be uttered in every generation, lest any think that where Job is going, that where Jesus is bound, that where your destiny can itself be sought lies by any path but that inscribed, \u201cMy God, why have you forsaken?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Take this brief history lesson. For over five hundred years before Jesus was born\u2013but not 600\u2013the deepest, wisest, toughest of his people, the Jews, had been asking this awful question about their absent God. Why, Jesus\u2019 own anguished exclamation was <em>not <\/em>his own; it opens Psalm 22:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning? Oh my God, I cry in the daytime and thou answerest not; and in the night\u2026 Our fathers trusted in thee: They trusted, and thou didst deliver them\u2026 Thou art He that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me trust when I was on my mother\u2019s breasts . . . Thou art my God from my mother\u2019s belly. Be not far from me; for trouble is near; and there is none to help.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Psalms 88 and 89 set the question of God\u2019s awful silence at the bottom of their poets\u2019 confounded sense of history. \u201cLord, where is your steadfast love of old, which by your faithfulness you swore to David?\u201d The poet of Job took up the song of lament in his people and pressed it deep into himself, there to seek whatever be found, when the question is put before an answer is thought; that is, when the question is put in absolute faith, as the mind of science puts questions, knowing not the truth but only the truth of the question: \u201cMy God, my God, why have you forsaken me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>See this: Jesus was the son of centuries of this question. When those with ears to hear heard him ask it, remember, they too were kin of this question for five hundred years. Think how long that is. Think how deep run the still waters in Judaism, how fierce, how passionate their question and their willing trial-and-error and their hope. The score for all the ways that Jews have wrestled this question with God and with one another is set down in these holy scriptures and in the Talmud. Such honor the world owes to the Jews for faithful presence to the true question that cuts to the quick: Why are we forsaken? Do you know the name Jews give to what most call \u201cthe Holocaust\u201d? It is Hebrew: Shoa\u2013the Silence. Shhh. Shoa: when God answers not the cry of the forsaken.<\/p>\n<p>Return from there to think of our Lord upon the awful tree and to feel into the agelong tutoring of that people in this question. Sense how that tutoring in absence made it possible for some of them to see and to hear in Jesus at last an answer to Job. In a book of that very title, Carl Jung wrote:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Here [in the cry of the forsaken], Christ\u2019s human nature attains divinity; at that moment, God experiences what it means to be a mortal man and drinks to the dregs what he made his faithful servant Job to suffer. Here is given the answer to Job, and, clearly, this supreme moments is as divine as it is human. And at this moment, where one can feel the human being so absolutely, the divine myth is present in full force. (<em>Answer to Job<\/em>, p. 74 (Hodder Press, 1964)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Now I want to make a hard turn in our thought, and a hard claim. When in the main a culture is unwilling or unable to ask the question of God\u2019s absence, that people is unwilling and unable to be just, or even to hold the question, What is just? You who are somewhat older may remember the uproar in this country when the thinking of the late William Hamilton at Colgate Rochester Divinity School and of Thomas Altizer at Emory was featured in <em>Time Magazine\u2019s <\/em>Easter cover article. <em>Is God Dead?<\/em> spread in huge red type on black ground all across our news stands and coffee tables. The date was April 8, 1966. We were in the throes of our most significant moral struggle for justice at any time in a hundred years; nor has there come a like wrestling since. Many, many Americans loathed that question on the cover of the nation\u2019s news magazine, but there it was.<\/p>\n<p>My hard claim is, the fact that the question was found there at all signified an openness in this people then to feel the wounds of civil wrongs unrighted since the Civil War; and to begin to taste the evil in the war we then waged against the Vietnamese. There is a connection between the will to ask after the absence of God and the strength to acknowledge our evil and seek therefore to do justice and to love mercy. There is a connection between honesty and faith, between truth and justice. It is not \u201cthe American way\u201d; that is, we, like all of history\u2019s empires, have fallen deep in dishonesty and in faithlessness masquerading as religion. Today, although women and men honest and true can be found by lantern light, in the main, the culture, from the politicians to the papers to the pews, dares not utter any but anodyne assurances that God is good, all the time.<\/p>\n<p>We need help from bolder poets. Let Emily Dickinson redraw the juice of truth for this day and this time. In 1865, as the American Civil War drew to its close, as Lincoln was laid low, she wrote:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>(1021)<\/p>\n<p>Far from Love the Heavenly Father<br>\nLeads the Chosen Child;<br>\nOftener through Realm of Briar<br>\nThan the Meadow mild,<\/p>\n<p>Oftener by the Claw of Dragon 5<br>\nThan the Hand of Friend,<br>\nGuides the Little One predestined<br>\nTo the Native Land.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Is this what is wanting, to ask the awful question: a whole people pushed to the brink of truthfulness by hearts made broken and contrite together? Take this from the belle of Amherst. She wrote this poem in the year the war raged to full fire, felling boys by the tens of tens of tens of thousands:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>(341)<\/p>\n<p>After great pain a formal feeling comes\u2013<br>\nThe Nerves sit ceremonious like Tombs\u2013<br>\nThe stiff Heart questions\u2013was it He that bore,<br>\nAnd Yesterday\u2013or Centuries before?<\/p>\n<p>The Feet, mechanical, go round\u2013<br>\nOf Ground, or Air, or Ought\u2013<br>\nA Wooden way<br>\nRegardless grown,<br>\nA Quartz contentment, like a stone\u2013<\/p>\n<p>This is the Hour of Lead\u2013<br>\nRemembered, if outlived,<br>\nAs Freezing persons recollect the Snow\u2013<br>\nFirst\u2013Chill\u2013then Stupor\u2013then the Letting go\u2013<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Now, listen. If you have walked with us\u2013with Job, with Jesus\u2013all Lent long, or would, resolve it then that grief and remorse and the spirit of repentance such as we have plumbed serve no purpose in themselves. It is not a guilty mind we would cultivate, nor set a sad face on as if to help us feel something. Rather, for this: If in the mystery of asking after God\u2019s absence from this world of sorrows and much wrong, your heart breaks, may you trust that in the breaking, the Divine Love secrets a gift. For as your heart breaks, it opens in embrace of more and of more; to see more, and more truly, and to beat more of the blood of courage and hope into your veins and into this body, that we may become more for this world than we were before we felt the breaking of the day. Justice for all who have it not awaits the clear eye, the ear truth-tuned, and the mind sound to give voice and strength to a word of action that comes after great pain. Life has always coursed this way for those who are waking to the Day. By this way, Jesus went to life without end but God. Amen.<\/p>\n<p><em>Rev. Stephen H. Phelps<br>\nThe Riverside Church in the City of New York<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 2012 Stephen H. 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