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All the sorrow in the world

Sometimes I really have issues with God over all the suffering in this world. He’s supposed to be Good, right?

And other times sorrow itself is too overwhelming.

In those moments I falter. All the anger that I can put into swear words, or the rage I can put into a scream,… or bitterness into tears or vehemence into strikes or passion into dance or desperation into an embrace… it’s not enough. It is not enough.

Maybe you have a better way. But all of it feels like it falls short for me, those times.

And here, at the end of myself, I find comfort in a God who cries with me.

It’s odd - instead of wanting a God who can magically “fix things” and make all the suffering go away, I need a God who can mourn with me… or for me. For my God can mourn with tears and sorrow that resonate deeper than my soul, that resonate within all of his authored creation.

And there (feeling the expression that I myself cannot put forth), at the last, is comfort.