
…okay with God.
Hey, it must be!
King David did it:
“How long, Lord? Will you utterly forget me? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I carry sorrow in my soul, grief in my heart day after day?” (Ps 13:2,3).
St. Faustina did it:
“Jesus, Jesus, I cannot go on any longer” (Diary 129).
David and Faustina, both steadfast lovers of God, let fly their frustration. They didn’t pretend to be stronger than they were. They didn’t paste a fake smile on their face because they were scared God would get mad.
They let Him have it with both barrels – pretty much complaining that He should have helped them yesterday, and what’s the hold-up?
But God’s a big boy – he’s fine with that.
God answered them
Then God comes in with an attitude adjustment for David, whom He inspires to say:
“I trust in your faithfulness.” Even facing imminent death, David’s faith and hope rise to the surface in his mind and heart. He remembers all the other times God saved him and knows this won’t be different.
God does the same for Faustina. She writes:
“Suddenly I heard a voice within my soul. ‘Do not fear; I am with you.’ And an unusual light illumined my mind, and I understood that I should not give in to such sorrows. I was filled with a certain strength and left my cell with new courage to suffer.”
Interesting that God didn’t make the pain go away. He gave them both greater strength to suffer.
Now for the rest of us
I can relate. I sounded like Complaining David during the 18 months it took to fire an employee (I was working in the federal government) who spent all his creativity figuring out how to avoid actually doing any work.
In this situation, the supervisor can’t make even one wrong move – not a glance, not a word, not an email – or the employee can challenge the firing. Which would drag it out even longer. The guy did sue me, but that was quickly dropped.
As the excruciating process dragged on, I was surprised to find myself no longer able to feel happy in the job I loved, or even at home.
What kept me going was justice – for my other great staff and for the American taxpayers.
My prayer was, “I know you’re toughening me up for something, but I hate this. You’ve vaporized my happiness. This totally stinks, God, and you know it – and you’re doing it anyway. What gives?”
…my up-to-date version of David’s Psalm 13.
God’s answer
Like David and Faustina, I continued to suffer. And like them, my hope and trust in God grew with the difficulty.
To be honest, for me it boiled down to: Who else am I gonna turn to? You have the words of eternal life.
David’s and Faustina’s complaints to God yielded the strength to raise their eyes above the passing pain to the eternal joy awaiting them.
Their example gives us the courage to do the same.
Even if some of us need to start off with a little whining.