A Theology of Loss, Love, and Leaning In

For my chaplaincy, I had to answer the questions:

Where is God in the midst of suffering, loss, illness, tragedy?
Where is God for the patients?
Where is God for you?

Here’s my meager attempt to answer these very huge questions.

In the worst moments of our lives — the cancer, the car accident, the phone call that changes everything — I’m not always sure where God is. Even the most trusting and devout are spouting, “God’s got this” with quivering lips and a shaking voice, with the slight clench of a fist, with feverish bewilderment: because the words fall flat on the cold linoleum of the hospital.

No matter how much theology we know in our three lb. brains, it all goes out the window when the floor opens up and steals us into the abyss of loss, the irreversible before and after, and the world becomes a chaotic, unsafe place of random disaster.

I can’t say where God is.

I can only say with some certainty where God is not.

I don’t believe God is distant and detached from our pain. I don’t believe He’s gloating over us behind a glass cage. I don’t believe He uses pain to teach us a lesson. I don’t believe that trials are part of “God’s amazing plan for your life.”

I don’t believe that God is some stoic, abstract teacher who waits for us to “get it.” Pain is pain, and it hurts, and no amount of theology is going to glamorize a special reason that it happens.

Not every pain has a connect-the-dots theology. When a hurricane misses a city and everyone “praises God,” it’s only condemning the millions of people who are hit by the same storm. When a child dies of preventable diseases or drunk drivers or a genetic anomaly, there’s no curse or blame upon the child. We can’t force such a tragedy into easily quantifiable boxes. To make such a correlation, if anything, is worse than the pain itself.

The truth is that we live in loss every single second, just by the mere fact that our lives won’t turn out the way we want them to. We live within absolute suffering just by losing time on the clock in the inevitable march towards death. The hospital only puts a neon sign around the coffin that awaits us all.

But my Christian faith tells me that this is completely expected. We live on a fallen world where the thread of sin has woven its tendrils into every part of our being, and that something will always be missing. Rather than deny pain, the Christian faces it head-on and acknowledges the tension. From our grief in loss to our hunger for approval to our need for intimacy: we float in this strange limbo of discontent, where nothing is ever quite the way we want it.

At the same time: My faith holds onto the hope that total fulfillment really exists. Our pain is unbearably awful, but it actually points to our desire for a healing of everything that has ever fallen apart. The inverse irony of pain is that when we’re hurting, it conveys a contrast to a very real wholeness. It’s why pain hurts. Pain tells us that something is terribly wrong and we know it ought to be put right. Or as C.S. Lewis said, “Nothing is yet in its true form.” The very reality of suffering points to our need for an ultimate comfort and justice: for God Himself.

This means there is some perfect song on the other side of the door; a light at the end of the tunnel that fills the tunnel; a beauty that doesn’t explain our pain, but is stronger and louder and bigger than all that has happened to us. We know this because we know bad notes, we know the darkness of a tunnel, we know the scars of marred beauty. Christianity says that the only real beauty is the infinitely satisfying perfection of God, who is the only being in existence that fulfills every longing we’ve ever had for truth and beauty and wholeness.

But I believe that Christianity fulfills us not only by perfection, but also by descending. Christianity says that God became one of us, out of solidarity, to suffer with us, not as a mere deity in an abstract palace, but a flesh-dwelling person in a sand-swept desert, so that, though God is so above us, He knows what it’s like to be one of us. The Christian believes in a God who wept and bled and suffered, an infinite God who infinitely compensated for our hurt, thereby cosmically answering for our afflictions and fulfilling the deep need to be heard and known at our very worst.

This must mean that God is just as mad at suffering as we are. God must be grieving with us, too. And in fact, my Christian faith tells me that because God is mad at our pain and still perfect, we’re also allowed to be as mad as He is at the very same things.

Maybe there’s an intellectually satisfying answer why we’re suffering: but what I want is someone who relates instead of debates. This is why we get flustered when someone connects the dots on our tragedies. It’s better they get with me in the trenches.

This means my job is not to solve for the other person’s pain. It’s not to bring diagrams and flowcharts. It’s to sit inside the uncertainty and anxiety of suffering and to shout against the dark, until we have shouted ourselves out. This is when God can begin to show up at all, for at our rock-bottom, He is already there.

There’s one verse in Scripture that has helped me with this immensely. The Apostle John, who was the longest living disciple of Jesus, had seen all his friends martyred, and was exiled to an island and reportedly boiled alive in oil, wrote, “No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.” (1 John 4:12)

For me, this is huge. By connecting with others in the hospital and in our churches and streets and homes, we each get a tiny burst of the beauty that we’re longing for. It means that we can find God through other people. It’s okay to catch divinity by community. Somehow, our wires get electrified with the Creator when we thrive in connection with the created.

This is highlighted even more in our pain. Apostle Paul wrote, “Love must be sincere … Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.” (Romans 12:9, 15) When we’re present in each other’s suffering, fully there and engaged, without lectures but only listening — then somehow, in some mysterious supernatural way, God is there, too. We’re reminded that community can still thrive inside the pain. The switch is flipped and the gears turn. No, it doesn’t solve the pain. It doesn’t make anything better right away. But we taste something better and brighter than the pain.

As a Christian, I believe our deepest need is connection with God and with others. Consequently, I believe that God shows up in our suffering when we lean into each other’s suffering. These two truths are intertwined and inseparable.

I’ve seen glimpses of God this way in our pain and loss. It’s not just far-off thoughts of heaven, but a sense of the divine in the here and now. I’ve seen the wires come alive in the eyes of the suffering, including mine, when we act as if such truths are true.

This isn’t merely a “religious thing.” Even in completely non-theological conversations about pain, the patients in the hospital want someone to be there, whether it’s their idea of God, or their family, or the nurse, or a patient in the next bed who’s hurting with them. When people ask, Where is God? sometimes it sounds like they’re asking, Where is anyone? Most people seem to be asking, Who will be with me in my suffering? There’s anger that God has fallen asleep at the deck, but underneath this, there’s also a fear that no one will be there at all, and that the universe really is just a spinning bottle of empty.

It’s possible. This could all be spinning emptiness, for nothing. But no one buys into this at the end. We act as if our stories inside must matter, to share them.

I believe there’s a universe in each of us, bottles adrift at sea with notes inside, waiting to find one another. It’s why we need to say our last words of wisdom to someone. No one wants their story to get buried. Someone has to carry the torch. Someone has to hold my hand when I die.

And I believe God is there between those hands, the spark of fellowship where we’re not traveling alone, but walking each other home.


Photo by Tom Hall, CC BY 2.0

6 thoughts on “A Theology of Loss, Love, and Leaning In

  1. Thank you so much for this post! It challenged me to write my own response to the questions, and by the exercise of considering and writing the answers my faith was stronger and clearer!
    I wrote my answers before I read yours so that I wouldn’t be influenced. I was glad to see similarities in our response. And our differences are because as every person regards the same diamond a different facet will shine out at them.
    I pray that you are energized and restored to post more entries on your blog. You are helping strangers, see, I’m one!
    Here is my answer to your questions: http://jamiescommonplacebook.com/2015/12/23/the-truth-about-suffering-and-god/


  2. Thanks JS for yet another profound thought out response. I don’t know many people who as believers don’t struggle with the answers to these questions. I would much prefer the honest answer over the scripted fake response often given by pastors and chaplains.. I love that you are honest and to me that weighs more to me..


    1. Thank you dear friend. It’s tough to say that there’s no formula. We’re creatures of certainty and habit, and to simply “swim in the hurt,” as a fellow chaplain says, is scary. And necessary.


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