Thank you, Britt Merrick, for first articulating for me that what anchors the Christian in suffering is our “Who” not our “Why.”
And thank you, Tim Keller, for a wonderful summary of the hope of the Christian in suffering.
. . .
Why does your goodness
Begin so bitter?
Why does your wisdom
Fall so hard on my heart?
Why are love’s lessons
So easy to resent?
Why do your ways
Have to confuse,
Tempting me to believe it’s all for your
Slithering into my sorrowful sighs
Are evil’s whispers; the enemy’s “why?”.
The answers I have don’t suffice—
Time? Or for another? Or a trust exercise?
It’s not quite right to live in the why.
Theres no comfort there;
Only tire and care.
. . .
Here is where you can enduringly reside
In the “I am still here,”
In the “I will never leave,”
In the “I am awaiting your homecoming,”
In the “I won’t let go,”
In the “I am your shield,”
In the “I stay the same,
Whatever the pain.
. . .
Always your goodness
Ends so sweet.
Your wisdom is ever adorned
With kindness of heart.
Always loves lessons
Are steadfast and strong.
Apart from your ways
I would have been lost—
My designs led to death, though seeming right
To this man.
A triumphant resolution withers my sighs:
You are good, and only good all the time.
The answers you have are higher than mine;
Time will prove your faithful designs.
I’ll live in the worship and not in the why
Here is a joy that enduringly abides—
The Sovereign Lord over my ways
Yet here at my side.
. . .
“So stay here; remain.
Fears dim, sin dies.
In all the waiting;
In all the “why’s.”
There’s no cup like mine.
I drank it for you,
For dining beside you
At the end of all this refining.