After my last post, I’m wondering if this poem from awhile back is actually an argument against the impassibility of God. Am I wrestling with God, or with the ideas about God that I’ve inherited?
Or maybe I’m just beginning to understand what it is to feel loss. Maybe the simple sadness I feel is precisely what God feels about the loss of his son, and about all of the other losses that people throughout the world and throughout time feel. Maybe this sense of utter, profound loss is the beginning point of hope. Maybe there is a kind of accumulation of all of this sadness and loss that God means to redeem as God invites us to join in the remaking of heaven and earth.
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