Where It Hurts

When we walk the way of love, we show the world that God dwells where it hurts.

“It hurts so bad. I just don’t understand.”

I haven’t actually uttered these words. But these last days my soul has been howling as news stories reported acts of deadly violence driven by searing racial and religious hatred.

Maurice Stallard and Vickie Lees Jones had each made a routine grocery-store run. They were gunned down in the aisles by a stranger intent on killing black people for being black. Confronted by another customer, the murderer reportedly said, “Whites don’t shoot whites.”

On the following Shabbat, the congregation of Living Tree Synagogue had gathered for worship. A man opened fire, killing eleven of the faithful. Among them were Sylvan and Bernice Simon, married in that same synagogue over 60 years ago. 97-year-old Rose Mallinger. And brothers Cecil and David Rosenthal. A regular at an alt right web site, the shooter had posted that Jews are a mortal threat to the white race.

10E4D078-8D5D-4A1E-A66D-F01B01AC9125“It hurts so bad. I just don’t understand.”

Still reeling with emotional vertigo, I began to feel a spiritual nausea as another thought occurred to me. We can say that these are the latest horrifying news stories.  They are not one-offs. They are “the latest.” Shootings occur with dreadful regularity. In our schools, at our workplaces, in our movie theaters, at concert venues, and in our very homes.

And there is more.

Racially motivated violence and anti-Semitic incidents are on the rise. More than 600 women are sexually assaulted every day in our country. Twenty-two veterans take their own lives each day.

Death by opioid overdose numbers 115 a day.

In the US, fifteen million children live in families whose incomes are below the poverty line. That number stretches to three billion around the world. 

“It hurts so bad. I just don’t understand.”

The poet Warsan Shire puts it this way:

i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere. (From “what they did yesterday afternoon”)

8736D962-8D68-4B7C-852B-95136E7F93A2We say that God is love. And we should not be surprised when people ask: Where is the God of love in a world drowning in such sorrow? But I do not think that this is a cynic’s question that people of faith must answer. 

On the contrary, I believe that it is our question for ourselves. It is the question that can awaken and animate people of faith to be who we say we are: People of the Way of Love.

There is biblical precedent for taking this question as our own spiritual challenge. Jesus’s close friend Mary, sister of Lazarus and Martha, asked him precisely this question, only from her own set of personal circumstances. (John 11:1-44)

Her brother Lazarus had died. While he was still desperately ill, Mary and Martha had sent for Jesus. They had felt certain that he would come and work one of the miracles he had become famous for. But he didn’t show. Not until Lazarus had lain rotting in the tomb for days.

When Jesus finally got there, Mary said, “If you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

Her heart was crying, “It hurts so bad. I just don’t understand.”

Jesus’s delay is one of the central points of the story. Jesus had not been belatedly informed that Lazarus was gravely ill. Neither was he was occupied with healings elsewhere. Nothing had detained him from rushing to Lazarus’s sickbed. He chose to wait. And he made that choice in order to illustrate God’s mission.

Jesus did not come to keep us from dying. Jesus came to raise us from the dead. That is the pattern of eternal life: dying and rising. It begins right here on planet Earth and extends beyond the grave.

God created us to live. To navigate this planet as the image of God. In other words, to live as a human being is to love. When Jesus said to love your neighbor as yourself, he meant that our own personal well-being is inseparable from our neighbor’s quality of life.

So, sometimes, love means that I will die to a narrower sense of my self—to my own narrow self-interest—in order to bring about a greater good. To make this world a better place for us all instead of fortifying my own place of privilege.

98FB759B-267A-49FC-8FF6-51CD33ED7E1AWhen we die for the sake of others in this way, Jesus raises us to new and greater life. And in this dying and rising right here on planet Earth, we show the world that God is at work in our midst. Through us.

God says, I am there

  • Wherever people resist hate and fight for the dignity of every human being,
  • Wherever people dismiss false equivalencies and denounce the wrongs of white supremacy and every form of racism, classism, and sexism.
  • Wherever people feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, and welcome the stranger no matter their place of origin, their language, their creed, or their skin color.

When we walk the way of love, we show the world that God dwells where it hurts. God’s love shows up. And God’s love changes the world.

Along the way we’ll encounter obstacles and setbacks. We’ll shuffle and stumble, grow tired and discouraged. But we can take heart. Eventually, God’s love wins.

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  1. I didn’t know about the grocery store incident and was shocked and sad to read about it here. And you’ve referred to other challenges in our society. Please don’t omit those poor people whose lives were ruined in their youth by abuse from evil members of the Catholic clergy and from State caregivers. Many ended up struggling with alcohol problems and crime, unable to form positive relationships, and sadly some took their own lives.


    1. You are right, the list of those in pain and those damaged by the world in various ways is heartbreakingly long. I’m sure you understand that I limited those I mentioned only for space considerations, not as a function of what I recognize as important or deem as unimportant.

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      1. Yes Bishop Jake, I do understand! There’s something niggling at me. These type of events make worldwide headlines and they’re tragic and awful but there’s people suffering for untold years of their lives with no relief and usually no publicity to their situation, as indeed illustrated by your given examples. I think that’s what’s making me antsy.. sorry! Your 3 paragraphs starting with “Jesus did not come to keep us from dying” have sure got my attention. Sometimes your writings give me a crystal clear picture of how life can be lived in a completely different way that’s far better – thanks for the vision!


          1. Yes it does. And then you go on to discuss about where is the God of love… and about resurrection and walking the way of love. You’ve got those concepts across so clearly and its wonderful actually, because I feel I do understand what you’re sharing. Its big for me to take on board though, it’ll take time for me to process these things.. its an amazing post!


  2. Dear Bishop: Thank you for this. One small correction: Rose Mallinger was not a Holocaust survivor. This information spread on the internet rapidly, but her family has asked that we not use this information, as it is not true.


  3. Thanks, once again, for helping me to put some pretty strong feelings in order and helping me to express them to our congregation. Sometimes hope seems elusive. But love is always around us. I’ve also been reflecting on PB Michael’s words about love vs hate and self-centeredness. OY!

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      1. I’ve heard him speak so much and read so much of his stuff that I’m sure his influence is very clear to most who read me. Try Googling Michael Curry on Today Show for the latest interview about his new book. Let me know if you have trouble finding any of this.


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