Elizabeth Scalia pointed me to this poignant post about giving, loss and faith.
I was going to have to experience great pain and sacrifice without expectation of gaining anything for myself. I also recalled my husband’s words, meant in jest at the time, that to be friends with God usually involves much suffering, if the lives of the saints are any guide. We teased each other about not getting “too holy” in order to avoid any special attention or unusual blessings we might receive. In truth, I thought our lives were pretty darned perfect, what with a happy and stable Catholic marriage, a steady job for me and a law degree on the horizon for my husband. That we had conceived our little Paloma on the first try was more icing on the cake. We wondered — sometimes together, sometimes privately – what God would choose to bring us by way of a cross. Can one truly draw close to the Lord’s Eucharistic heart without first suffering and dying with him?So this is our first big cross. So this is love.
I’ll lay my cards on the table and say that the article really resonated with me. I’ve stood where she is. I’ve learnt what she is learning; and when I forget, life comes round and gives me the opportunity to learn it again.
While I might argue with some of her language – I think nasty things happen because that’s the way the world works, and it’s not about God choosing to make it happen – I can’t argue with the truth that good things come from willingly taking up the cross that is ours to carry.