After I said farewell to my sweet friends one afternoon, I happened to glance into an art exhibit. There, surrounded by haunting paintings of naked women gazing at distant explosions of light, was a man. He sat at a small desk and plucked away at his computer, alone. My feet began moving me toward him, toward the exhibit, toward the paintings. I felt drawn to that room like the women in those paintings were drawn to the explosive lights on the horizons of their worlds.

As I walked in, he greeted me warmly. “Welcome, sir. My name is V, please let me know if you have any questions,” he said.

“I’m Michael. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I replied.

I felt drawn to that room like the women in those paintings were drawn to the explosive lights on the horizons of their worlds.

I walked up to each work of art and took in as much of the beauty and horror as I could stand; as much as my imagination would allow me to. I asked him what he thought the explosive light represented. He said he wasn’t sure, but he noted that all of the women in the paintings were facing the explosions and gazing at them. I wondered aloud if they were watching the end of the world.

As V and I began to talk, I learned that he is a graduate student and picked up the gig in the art exhibit as a way to make some extra cash. I told him that I am a student of Divinity and I want to someday be a chaplain. He was perplexed by my response, and asked me what a chaplain does. As I moved to another painting I told him of my work. I explained that I accompany people who are suffering. I told him that my job is to witness their lives and to be present with them during their hardest days. Then he asked me why I want to do this kind of work – why would I want to be a chaplain?

I told him that I believe in a suffering God. I am a Christian and, for me, that means I worship a God who came to this Earth in human form exactly once. If the life and execution of Jesus tell us anything about God it must be that God suffers. I believe that the world suffers as a result of God’s suffering – not the other way around. If God’s suffering results in our suffering, then we are obligated to ease the suffering of each other. Perhaps then, we can ease the suffering of God.

I believe that the world suffers as a result of God’s suffering – not the other way around.

“I wonder if that is why Jesus so often aligns himself with the oppressed, with the poor, and with the suffering. He said that what we do to the prisoner, the naked, the hungry, is what we do to him. For me, that means that when I encounter suffering people, I encounter God,” I said as V stood up and walked over to me.

We gazed at the painting for a few minutes more.

“Maybe it’s selfish of me,” I continued, “but I am moved by the suffering of others. It makes the ground I’m standing on Holy when I look into their eyes. It gives my life meaning to be there with them in the hellfire of their lives.”

“Are you moved by my suffering?” V asked abruptly.

“It’s why I walked in here.” I replied.

“My name is Vincent,” he said, with tears on his cheeks.

“It’s an honor to meet you, VIncent.” I said, as tears raced from my eyes.

Quite suddenly, the ground we were standing on became holy. We embraced, and said goodbye.

2 comments

  1. I am perplexed: “I believe the world suffers as a result of God’s suffering.”
    Is this why bad things happen even we we pray and hope for good things—because we have to cure the world so God’s suffering will be relieved? If this is true, then it explains a lot to me. I’ll need to talk with you more, Michael.

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  2. My metaphysical picture situates us within the body of God. For me, when we say “we are the body,” it is literally true. I imagine the distance between (what we perceive to be) planets to be the distance between electrons in the body of God.

    This is why we cannot escape God no matter where we go. It is why God is present in our past, present and future.

    It also explains death to me. Just like my body has regenerative properties, I too participate in a circle of life. And just like my body has viruses and white blood cells, we can be agents of life or death – within the body of God.

    So when we work to heal each other, I truly believe we benefit ourselves, our world, and God in whom our world resides.

    Yes – let’s talk more!

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