Where Is God When It Hurts?

by Philip Yancey

• ISBN13: 9780310245728
• ISBN10: 0310245729
• Edition: Anniv.
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2002-03-01
• Publisher: Zondervan

Summary

This perennial best-seller, now in a revised and expanded edition, includes a study guide. The book and study materials focus on the role of pain in God's plan for life and how we can respond to it.

Table of Contents

Preface	9	(6)
A Problem That Won't Go Away	15	(10)
Part One Why is There Such a Thing as Pain?
The Gift Nobody Wants	25	(12)
Painless Hell	37	(10)
Agony and Ecstasy	47	(14)
Part Two Is Pain a Message from God?
The Groaning Planet	61	(14)
What is God Trying to Tell Us?	75	(12)
Why Are we Here?	87	(16)
Arms Too Short to Box with God	103	(14)
Part Three How People Respond to Suffering
After the Fall	117	(14)
On My Feet Dancing	131	(12)
Other Witnesses	143	(10)
Extreme Cases	153	(14)
Part Four How Can We Cope with Pain?
Frontiers of Recovery	167	(8)
Fear	175	(12)
Helplessness	187	(12)
Meaning	199	(12)
Hope	211	(14)
Part Five How Does Faith Help?
Seeing for Himself	225	(14)
The Rest of the Body	239	(10)
A Whole New World Outside	249	(14)
Discussion Guide	263	(18)
Sources	281

Excerpts

A Problem That Won’t Go Away
Meanwhile, where is God? This is one of the most disquieting sym-toms. When you are happy, so happy that you have no sense of needing Him, if you turn to Him then with praise, you will be welcomed with open arms. But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside. After that, silence. You may as well turn away.
C. S. LEWIS
A Grief Observed
I FEEL HELPLESS AROUND people in great pain. Helpless, and also guilty. I stand beside them, watching facial features contort and listening to the sighs and moans, deeply aware of the huge gulf between us. I cannot penetrate their suffering, I can only watch. Whatever I attempt to say seems weak and stiff, as if I’d memorized the lines for a school play.
One day I received a frantic plea for help from my close friends John and Claudia Claxton. Newlyweds in their early twenties, they were just beginning life together in the Midwest. I had watched in amazement as the experience of romantic love utterly transformed John Claxton. Two years of engagement to Claudia had melted his cynicism and softened his hard edges. He became an optimist, and now his letters to me were usually bubbly with enthusiasm about his young marriage.
But one letter from John alarmed me as soon as I opened it. Errors and scratches marred his usually neat handwriting. He explained, “Excuse my writing . . . I guess it shows how I’m fumbling for words. I don’t know what to say.” The Claxtons’ young marriage had run into a roadblock far bigger than both of them. Claudia had been diagnosed with Hodgkin’s disease, cancer of the lymph glands, and was given only a fifty percent chance to live.
Within a week surgeons had cut her from armpit to belly, removing every visible trace of the disease. She was left stunned and weak, lying in a hospital bed.
At the time, ironically, John was working as a chaplain’s assistant in a local hospital. His compassion for other patients dipped dangerously. “In some ways,” he told me, “I could understand better what other patients were undergoing. But I didn’t care any more. I only cared about Claudia. I wanted to yell at them, ‘Stop that sniveling, you idiots! You think you’ve got problems—my wife may be dying right now!’”
Though both John and Claudia were strong Christians, an unexpected anger against God surged up—anger against a beloved partner who had betrayed them. “God, why us?” they cried. “Have you teasingly doled out one happy year of marriage to set us up for this?” Cobalt treatments took their toll on Claudia’s body. Beauty fled her almost overnight. She felt and looked weary, her skin darkened, her hair fell out. Her throat was raw, and she regurgitated nearly everything she ate. Doctors had to suspend treatment for a time when her swollen throat could no longer make swallowing motions.
When the radiation treatments resumed, she was periodically laid out flat on a table, naked. She could do nothing but lie still and listen to the whir and click of the machinery as it bombarded her with invisible particles, each dose aging her body by months. As she lay in that chill steel room, Claudia would think about God and about her suffering.
Claudia’s Visitors
Claudia had hoped that Christian visitors would comfort her by bringing some perspective on what she was going through. But their voices proved confusing, not consoling. A deacon from her church solemnly advised her to reflect on what God was trying to teach her. “Surely something in your life must displease God,” he said. “Somewhere, you must have stepped out of his will. These things don’t just happen. God uses circumstances to warn us, and to punish us. What is he telling you?”
A few days later Claudia was surprised to see a woman from church whom she barely knew. Evidently, this plump, scatterbrained widow had adopted the role of professional cheerleader to the sick. She brought flowers, sang hymns, and stayed long enough to read some happy psalms about brooks running and mountains clapping their hands. Whenever Claudia tried to talk about her illness or prognosis, the woman quickly changed the subject, trying to combat the suffering with cheer and goodwill. But she only visited once, and after a while the flowers faded, the hymns seemed dissonant, and Claudia was left to face a new day of pain.
Another woman dropped by, a faithful follower of television faith healers. Exuding confidence, she assured Claudia that healing was her only escape. When Claudia told her about the deacon’s advice, this woman nearly exploded. “Sickness is never God’s will!” she exclaimed. “Haven’t you read the Bible? The Devil stalks us like a roaring lion, but God will deliver you if you can muster up enough faith to believe you’ll be healed. Remember, Claudia, faith can move mountains, and that includes Hodgkin’s disease. Simply name your promise, in faith, and then claim the victory.”
The next few mornings, as Claudia lay in the sterile cobalt treatment room, she tried to “muster up” faith. She wondered if she even understood the procedure. She did not question God’s supernatural power, but how to go about convincing God of her sincerity? Faith wasn’t like a muscle that could be enlarged through rehabilitation exercises. It was slippery, intangible, impossible to grasp. The whole notion of mustering up faith seemed awfully exhausting, and she could never decide what it really meant.

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