This is it. This is the putting into words of that certain something which is so hard to express. What strikes me as the most strange is that in this context suffering is a gift, or at least through suffering we can experience more of God’s gift (Himself), because it is only in the dark times that we begin to comprehend the light – like when someone switches on a lamp in the middle of the night and it hurts your eyes.
by Richard Rhor
By the grace of God, saints and holy ones of every century still got the point of the transforming power of the path of descent, but only if they were willing to go through those painful descents that Catholics called the “way of the cross,” which Jesus called “the sign of Jonah,” which Augustine called the “paschal mystery,” or the Apostles Creed called “the descent into hell.” Without these journeys, there’s something you simply don’t understand about the nature of God or the nature of the soul.
“Can you drink of the cup that I am going to drink?” Jesus said to James and John, who still wanted roles. “We can!” they responded, and he said, to paraphrase, “Indeed, you will and you must, but roles are not my concern” (see Matthew 20:22-23). Religion is largely populated by people afraid of hell; spirituality begins to make sense…
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