Fig. 1: A refiner's fire. Do you feel the burn? |
After an insightful discussion with two friends over
burgers, shakes and fries (what other food sparks deep, theological discussions
better than a delicious hamburger?), I felt like the focus of my next post
(read: this one, that you are currently reading) should be my view of
suffering, specifically what we refer to in Mormondom as ‘trials’. If that
conversation weren’t enough, I went with those same two friends to the National
Museum of American Jewish History in Philadelphia, which could be called a
shrine to dealing with trials and suffering because, well, because Jews.
I’m a firm believer in the good that can come from difficult
life experiences and generally think that without some sort of challenges in
life we wouldn’t learn what we need. However, I do not believe that the
difficulties we face and the challenges that we need to overcome are given to
us from God.
I believe that God can sanctify anything that happens to us,
no matter how evil, wretched or depraved the origins. After all, “all these
things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good” (D&C 122:7).
Yet, I do not believe that those events and pains are divinely ordained or
commissioned.
Rather than put the pressure on God for choosing and
selecting trials and obstacles for me to overcome that will push me in exactly
the right way, so that I develop into the best person I could be, I prefer to
move that responsibility to myself and all other individuals. It is up to me to
turn to God when I am faced with a dark and difficult time, so that He can
teach me and find the good buried within, the silver lining if you will.
I am drawn to this understanding because otherwise, God
begins to resemble a Grand Chessmaster moving pieces on a board, setting up my
life and the lives of all those around me, to create the perfect test (sort of
like Willy Wonka and the everlasting gobstopper to see who deserved the
chocolate factory). I can’t accept that. I believe that God created the world
and set in motion certain events that brought pain and suffering into it,
establishing the general conditions that all of humanity would endure, but
knowing that individuals would face varied circumstances outside of His
control. That is one reason the Atonement is so important- it levels the
inequities of life.
My sense of justice and fairness is also bothered by the
possibility that being born as a poor, starving child in Africa, forced into
working for blood diamonds and becoming a child soldier is somehow a
custom-tailored set of difficulties that give that child of God something that
they needed to receive. I can’t believe that.
Plus, I love individuality and the idea that God can take
chaos, confusion, disorder, evil or any other negatively connoted idea and
refine it into something worthwhile. That is powerful to me. And I need to go
to God to get that. I need to work with Him to make sense of the world and find
the good that can come from mess that surrounds me known as reality. It’s a
collective effort, me working hand in hand with the Creator to transcend the
darkness of mortality and reach heavenly heights.
I understand that for some, the idea of God selecting their
trials brings a sense of comfort and purpose to life, when it would be easy to
feel alone and as though life had lost all meaning. Yet, for me that purpose
and comfort is strengthened when God admits that the chaos and disorder isn’t
what He wants and that He wants to work with me to find a way to make it work
for my good. Together we can overcome.
The distinction I made may not matter to some, but it
creates a very different framework that empowers me to find the good in all
things and to begin to understand the suffering of those that have done nothing
to bring it upon themselves.
Fig. 2: The Piano Man himself, who also didn't start the fire. |
Neither God nor I started my refiner’s fire, but it’s been
burning since the world’s been turning. As I work my way through, turning to
God for somebody to lean on, I can transcend the fire and flames and carry on,
enduring to the end.
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