If you’ve walked with God for any length of time, you’ve
most likely reached the same conclusion I have about why He allows us to hurt.
Surely pain must lead us to God.
One of my goals for this school year is to read as much C.S.
Lewis as I can, so I dove into The Problem
of Pain. He took me on quite the meandering journey, but he led me at last
to these words.
The settled happiness and security
which we all desire, God withholds from us by the very nature of the world: but
joy, pleasure, and merriment, He has scattered broadcast. We are never safe,
but we have plenty of fun, and some ecstasy. It is not hard to see why. The
security we crave would teach us to rest our hearts in this world and oppose an
obstacle to our return to God: a few moments of happy love, a landscape, a
symphony, a merry meeting with our friends, a bathe, or a football match, have
no such tendency. Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant
inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home.
No kids, the Hokey Pokey is not what it’s all about it, but
this just might be.
Thank you, thank you, God, for the inns, but please don't ever let me get so comfortable in them that I mistake them for Home.
