One of my favorite
movies of all time is Steel Magnolias.*
I must have seen it for the first time when I was four or five years old and
have loved it ever since. If you have not seen this film, I’m not sure why
you’re reading this insignificant, little blog and not searching for it right
now on Netflix. Be fair warned that there will be spoilers in this post.
One of the best scenes
of the film is when M’Lynn, so brilliantly portrayed by Sally Field, is at the cemetery with her friends after the untimely death of her only daughter,
Shelby. Her grief is immeasurable, and she breaks down in one of the most
gripping and visceral expressions of human anguish to which anyone who has
experienced a tragic loss can surely relate. Human suffering such as this, I
believe, is inevitable. We only need to turn on the news or read the front page
of the newspaper to recognize that there is terrible brokenness in our world and people are hurting – be it
from death, war, hunger, natural disasters, abuse, prejudice, or persecution.
What help, then, might Scripture offer in times of great sorrow?
I find that the
Scriptures contain many comforting messages of hope and salvation and
promises of a better future. Christ’s very death and resurrection stands
preeminent among them as we grapple with the mystery of suffering. But I am wary of pushing
certain hopeful parts of Scripture upon the grieving soul. At the gravesite in Steel Magnolias, M’Lynn’s friend,
Annelle, tries to comfort her by expressing how good it is that Shelby is now
with her King in Heaven. Not surprisingly, her well-intentioned, though inopportune,
sentiment is met with sharp bitterness. Although bringing up the joy and hope
of eternal life can be healing in its own right, when it comes to our pain, whatever
the cause, we need to acknowledge it, not move it along. We need to sit with
it, feel it, exclaim it. And we have a precedent for this in the Scriptures.
The book of Psalms is a
collection of ancient, lyrical poems from a wide range of periods in Israelite
history. They run the gamut of human emotion and reveal just how personally this people related with their God. In Hebrew, the Psalms are called Tehillim or "praises," and
indeed most of the Psalms offer praise in some form or another to God. Some are
distinctly hymns of praise, others are of thanksgiving, some refer to the
monarchy, to God's anointed, or to the sovereignty of God, and others offer
wise instruction. But the largest category of Psalms are the laments, hymns either individual or
communal that express deep sorrow and pain, remorse, a dire plea for rescue, or even accusations against God.
There is a Yiddish word
that describes perfectly the tone and tenor of many laments, a word we should
integrate into our own spirituality and everyday vocabulary: chutzpah (the "ch" as in Chanukah not Cheetos). Defined in Merriam-Webster as "Personal confidence
or courage that allows someone to say or do things that may seem shocking to others,"
this is the kind of boldness that the people of Israel had when speaking with
their God in these laments.
You hand us over like sheep to be slaughtered,
scatter us among the nations.
You sell your people for nothing;
You sell your people for nothing;
you
make no profit from their sale. (Ps 44:12-13)
And why shouldn’t
Israel have the audacity to speak this way? In one of my favorite Scripture
passages (Jeremiah 13:1-11), God describes his chosen people as being as close
to him as underwear is to a man’s loins! When you are that close and intimate
with someone, there are no masks; there are no pretenses. You can say exactly
what is on your heart. Personally, I think that the freedom to appropriately argue
with an intimate friend or loved one is a sign of a healthy relationship. If God
is so near to us, why not have a little chutzpah?
Shocking though it may be, it’s okay to be mad at God! At least you're being
honest. And as a fellow friar once remarked, “What? You think God can’t take
it?"
In that same scene with the grieving mother and her friends, M’lynn screams in
desperation. “Oh God, I want to know WHY!!! Whyyy?!” Perhaps it is a cry we are
all familiar with. Why did my baby die? Why did our house flood? Why did that
man kill all those people? Why did he hurt me? Why did she leave me? Why am I
terminally ill? It is no different in the Psalms:
Why,
God, have you cast us off forever?
Why does your anger burn against the
sheep of your pasture? (Ps 74:1)
Why
have you broken down the walls,
so that all who pass by pluck its
fruit? (Ps 80:13)
Why
do you reject me, Lord?
Why
hide your face from me? (Ps 88:15)
The Psalms are not
afraid to question God. They are not afraid to wrestle with God and the mystery
of suffering. Incidentally, the meaning of the name Israel given in Genesis 32 suggests “one who struggles with God.”
But for all of the articulations of misery, anger, and regret in the laments,
for all the cries demanding God’s assistance and all the anxious fears of
imminent death, there is usually found within them pronouncements of utter
trust in the Lord and, quite frequently, irrepressible praise to God.
Psalm 22 – the one Jesus quotes as he is dying on the cross – begins with a cry of
despair: My God, my God, why have you
abandoned me? And while the psalm has some excruciating verses – But I am a worm, hardly human, scorned by
everyone, despised by the people (v. 7), Many dogs surround me; a pack of evildoers closes in on me. So wasted
are my hands and feet that I can count all my bones (vv. 17-18) – it is
punctuated by stanzas with complete confidence in God’s power to save and concludes
triumphantly with the sufferer's exultation of God because of his hope for future vindication: Then I will proclaim
your name to the assembly; in the community I will praise you (v. 23).
More often than not, the
laments approach God in this way. They may be poems of great anguish, and they
certainly don’t mind doling out the chutzpah,
but they usually give to God due praise. There are a few laments, however, that
do not mitigate their complaint against God. Psalm 44, for example, at first
gives the impression that God is to be praised for all of the former blessings
and victories God had bestowed upon Israel. And while it stands that such were
all praiseworthy deeds, the psalmist only uses the examples of God’s past
favors to set up his argument that God has now rejected them, that God has
unjustly left them desolate. The Psalm does not end in praise of God but in
demands, sorrow, and accusations:
Awake!
Why do you sleep, O Lord?
Rise up! Do not
reject us forever!
Why
do you hide your face;
why forget our
pain and misery?
We
are bowed down to the ground;
our bodies are
pressed to the earth.
Rise
up, help us!
Redeem us as your
love demands (Ps 44:24-27)
Similarly, the composer of Psalm 88 pours out a
heartbreaking prayer to a seemingly silent God. There is no praise of God,
only desperate supplication and the belief that the lamenter is suffering for
God’s sake and, at times, by God’s own hand. It ends hauntingly: Because of you companions shun me; my only
friend is darkness (v. 19).
As tragic
as these laments may seem, the very fact that the psalmists are crying out to
God shows that they have some faith, some smidgeon of hope that God will indeed
rescue them in their time of need. Though the authors’ circumstances may be
different than our own, we can still pray with the Psalms in the midst of our
own sorrows, because hopefully, even when everything else is utterly lost, we
still at least have a God to cry out to… even when we’re angry with God.
But how does God answer
us in our pain? Is there any fulfillment to the pleas in the Psalms for God to rescue
us? Sometimes, very much so! Sometimes we are able to see how God has come to
our aid. We are healed. Our loved ones are safe. We secure employment. We are
reconciled. Sometimes justice, charity, and peace prevail. And I haven't even
touched on the notion of Christ's death and resurrection, which is ultimately
our salvation!
Yet even still, there
are those moments when we are like M'Lynn at her daughter's grave, so
grief-stricken, so disconsolate. In anger and sorrow she hollers, "I just
want to hit somebody 'til they feel as bad as I do!" – a very honest and
human response, no doubt. Isn't it true that in our own moments of suffering it
is oftentimes a comfort to be met with empathy, to be near to someone who knows
something of our pain? Isn't that why we have support groups? Isn't that why we
seek help from those who know what it's like to lose a loved one, who know something
about living with depression, or who have gone through a divorce?
God does not always
answer our laments and supplications the way we hope. At some point, we and
those we love will die. Sometimes we are left with scars that won't heal. I
think, however, that God's answer to these Psalms is not always immediate rescue, rather it is that God knows what it's like to
feel as bad as we do. God's answer was to become human and live these very
Psalms, to be betrayed, to be mocked and abused, to be abandoned, to die. God
knows the depths of human suffering, and in Jesus we do not pray the Psalms
alone. God is with us in our suffering. God has indeed shown us his face, as
the psalmists so desperately demand, and it is the face of the Crucified One.
Naturally for this
week, I recommend reading and meditating upon any of the laments from the
Psalms. A couple of my favorites are 22, 38, 42-43, 44, 51, 69, 74, 80, 88, 102,
137. Feel free to thumb through your Bible to find a Psalm that you like, one
that resonates with you, or one that makes you cringe. Sit with the pain of the
psalmist, or meditate on the sufferings of Christ. If you are struggling with something, then make the psalmist's words your own. Cry out to God, and don't be afraid to have a little chutzpah. God is listening. Maybe you're not really
feeling too sorrowful at the moment yourself, but pray with the Psalm knowing
that there are people out there who are in desperate situations. Pray with it
for the sake of their pain. Pray that they may not feel alone in their
suffering.
As always, you may post
comments or questions to my e-mail, Facebook page or the comment box below. You
can share your own thoughts on the Psalms or tell me which is your favorite. I would
love to hear feedback. You can also follow the Codega on Twitter. Until next
time...
And peace & all good.
* Steel Magnolias, directed by Herbert Ross (1989; Culver City, CA: Columbia Tristar Home Video, 2000), DVD.
* Steel Magnolias, directed by Herbert Ross (1989; Culver City, CA: Columbia Tristar Home Video, 2000), DVD.