"I am at an impasse, and you, O God, have brought me here. From my earliest days, I heard of you. From my earliest days, I believed in you. I shared in the life of your people: in their prayers, in their work, in their songs, in their listening for your speech and in their watching for your presence. For me your yoke was easy. On me your presence smiled.
Noon has darkened. As fast as she could say, "He's dead," the light dimmed. And where are you in this darkness? I learned to spy you in the light. Here in this darkness I cannot find you. If I had never looked for you, or looked but never found, I would not feel this pain of your absence. Or is it not your absence in which I dwell but your elusive troubling presence?
Will my eyes adjust to this darkness? Will I find you in the dark--not in the streaks of light which remain, but in the darkness? Has anyone ever found you there? Did they love what they saw? Did they see love? And are there songs for singing when the light has gone dim? The songs I learned were all of praise and thanksgiving and repentance. Or in the dark, is it best to wait in silence?"
-Nicholas Wolterstorff in Lament for a Son.
4 comments:
I think that I am well justified in labelling your blog 'emo' :P
Did you find that book from Rod?
wolterstorff isn't emo.. c'mon..
and yea its one rod introduced us to. u should borrow it sometime. 'the best of its kind' rod says - its shaped by the C-F-R narrative.
Cool, but I'm thinking of buying it for myself anyway. Haha you'll never believe it, but it turns out that my $400 fine (that was all your fault as we both know ;)) has been overturned. Don't ask me how, but it means that I have an extra $400 to play with, of which I plan to invest some into books. Good times.
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