In The Return of the King, Tolkien asks one of my favorite questions, “Is everything sad going to come untrue?” We need to ask this question too. It isn’t enough to ask if good things will come true. The world is broken, and we need to know someone can fix it.
When you experience a deep loss, even imagining that some day the pain will go away can be painful. But one of the things I love most about God is that He doesn’t numb our suffering, or erase it. He carries our sorrow. He promises to transform, and ultimately reverse it.
So the Bible asks a similar question: “Where, O death, is your sting?”. It’s a gutsy question. Only someone with the power to make even death untrue would dare ask it. We caught a glimpse of this divine reversal after our lives took a disappointing turn.
- After months of squeezing into tight quarters, we were offered a house that’s bigger than any place we’ve ever lived.
- After months of eating mostly lentils, our kitchen was generously stocked.
- After months with very little clothing, we all had warm clothing and shoes.
- After months of watching our savings dwindle, we received several financial gifts.
- After months of isolation, friends and family embraced us.
God made so many sad realities come untrue in a short time that it was overwhelming. And puzzling. If we went everywhere God wanted us to go and obeyed him the whole time, why did he wait until our journey ended to provide abundantly for us? I don’t pretend to understand, but here’s one thing we’ve heard repeatedly from multiple sources:
This isn’t the end.
Here’s what I do know: once I acknowledged my sadness and fear of failure and moved forward in obedience anyway, I felt a new freedom. If I could obey past this fear, other fears couldn’t stop me either. Taking what looked like a step backward was my greatest victory on this journey so far.
No matter what loss you’ve faced or what lack you’re experiencing, God can make it untrue. We’re still waiting for Him to transform our pain. But He will. Even death will lose it’s sting.
What part of your life “stings” when you think about it? How can you actively give that ache to God, so He can carry it, and transform it?