Oct
02
I have gradually been coming to feel that the door is no longer shut and bolted. Was it my own frantic need that slammed it in my face? The time when there is nothing at all in your soul except a cry for help may be just the time when God can’t give it: you are like the drowning man who can’t be helped because he clutches and grabs. Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear...When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of "No answer." It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, "Peace, child; you don't understand."
-C.S. Lewis, 'A Grief Observed'
Because we are united to Christ, at some point "My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?" will become "I will tell of your name to my brothers; in the midst of the congregation I will praise you." But it's hard to believe that sometimes.
I know the feeling.
Habbakuk, 3:17-18