I know nothing more tragic than those efforts on the part of heartbroken people, coming within the experience of all of us, to make themselves feel that this terrible “Will of God” must be right, no matter how much it seems wrong.
A young man with a wife and family to support is struck down by a lingering illness which makes him a burden. All his job’s comforters tell him that God has brought the affliction upon him, and that to bow to the “Inscrutable Will” must be his first act of piety.
A young mother is rejoicing in her baby when its little life is suddenly snuffed out. She must school herself to say, quite irrespective of the spirit of renunciation which inspires the words,
A woman is left a widow to earn a living for herself, and bring up her children fatherless. She must assume that the Lord had some good purpose in leaving her thus bereft and must drill herself into waiting on a Will so impossible to comprehend.
Storms sink ships, drowning passengers and crew; lightning sets fire to houses and strikes human beings dead; earthquakes swallow up whole districts destroying industry and human life; tidal waves sweep inland carrying away towns; and our legal phraseology can think of no better explanation of such calamity than to ascribe it to “the act of God.”
It is needless to multiply these instances. Our own knowledge supplies them by the score. Our personal lives are full of them. God’s Will, God’s Love, God’s Mercy, become strangely ironic forces, grim beyond any open enmity. They remind us of the “love,” the “pity,” the “mercy,” in which the orthodox sent the heretic to the hangman or the stake, destroying the body to save the soul.
It is a far cry from this appalling vision of “the Father” to the psalmist’s “Delight thou in the Lord and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.” How could anyone delight in the Caucasian God, as the majority of Caucasians conceive of Him? As a matter of fact, how many Caucasians themselves, however devout, however orthodox, attempt to delight, or pretend to delight, in the God to whom on occasions they bow down? Delight is a strong word, and a lovely one; but use of the Caucasian and his Deity, it is not without its elements of humour.
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