Monday, January 31, 2011

Tuesday's Trust - The Silent Treatment ~by Tommy Prince, with C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

Tuesday's Trust

The Silent Treatment

~by Tommy Prince

with C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

Meanwhile, where is God? This is one of the most disquieting symptoms. When you are happy, so happy that you have no sense of needing Him, so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon you as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be -- or so it feels -- welcomed with open arms.

But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find?

A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside. After that, silence.

You may as well turn away. The longer you wait, the more emphatic the silence will become. There are no lights in the windows. It might be an empty house. Was it ever inhabited? It seemed so once. And that seeming was as strong as this. What can this mean?

Why is He so present a commander in our time of prosperity and so very absent a help in time of trouble?

I tried to put some of these thoughts to C. this afternoon. He reminded me that the same thing seems to have happened to Christ: "Why hast Thou forsaken Me?"

I know. Does that make it easier to understand?

Not that I am (I think) in much danger of ceasing to believe in God.

The real danger is of coming to believe such dreadful things about Him.

The conclusion I dread is not "So there's no God after all," but "So this is what God is really like. Deceive yourself no longer."

~C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed


In last week's "Friday's Faith" post, I called the seeming silence and even the seeming disregard of God for my urgent prayers for my baby girl a "Sense of Betrayal."

And like Lewis, I didn't cease to believe in God. But what I believed about God resulted in a feeling of being traumatized by Him and being afraid to approach Him anymore, for anything.

Has anyone else felt this?

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Angie and Tommy;
I have always been intrigued by C.S. Lewis' honesty in speaking the truth of how it feels after losing a loved one...God has been so silent in our journey. My husband says maybe it is because there are no words to comfort such a deep pain and even God recognizes that. I had such an intimate relationship with Jesus before my precious Elli-Rose was in a car accident and died instantly. It felt like my best friend didn't show up. Where was Jesus? Where were the guardian angels that our children are supposed to have? Friends on earth might not be there for us, but for God to not be there, Now that really hurts. It has been 5 years and still today I do not know how to pray. I talk (scream/debate) to God every day and my faith is so much deeper but the intimacy is no longer there. I don't have a list of demands anymore (which I feel is a good thing) but how do you pray when you know that He is in control of ALL things and we as humans do not get to see the whole picture so generally we are praying with our eyes which is probably completely off track. Plus we prayed for Elli-Rose and for some reason He chose not to answer the prayers. Now I do not have any prayers that are even close to that one and so they all seem menial. I don't want any prayers, except that one.
I agree with you...I feel I have been traumatized by Him. How do we reconcile this?

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