The day after the conclusion of the Moltmann Theological Conversation, I’ll be marking the 3rd anniversary of the day our son William died. Which is one of the reasons why I’m resonating so much with The Crucified God, and especially with passages like this one (which has moved me to tears more than once):
Therefore anyone who enters into love, and through love experiences inextricable suffering and the fatality of death, enters into the history of the human God, for his forsakenness is lifted away from him in the forsakenness of Christ, and in this way he can continue to love, need not look away from the negative and from death, but can sustain death (TCG, 254).
One of the most aggravating experiences is to have someone minimize your pain. To be dismissive of your suffering. Or even worse, to have someone attempt to make some totalizing, forced, theoretical ‘redemption’ of the whole philosophical, theological, personal mess. Moltmann has seen too much, felt too much, and thought too much to do anything of the sort. These words are a salve, not because they try to heal, but because they allow those of us bereaved by loss and beleagered by life to feel it fully. We want resolution, and so does God. But there is no resolution. There is love– and love in abundance– but we live in the liminal space where resolution is a vapor, and where love brings pain.