Loss with Thanksgiving
The Confessions of St. Augustine
Newly translated and edited by ALBERT C. OUTLER, Ph.D., D.D.Professor of Theology Perkins School of Theology Southern Methodist University Dallas, Texas.
“Nothing but tears were sweet to me and they took my friend’s place in my heart’s desire”.
I may know how Saint Augustine felt writing this at the end of the second century about 397 A.D., Jesus. I had eighteen friends, in a two-year period die and even more friends die recently. I recall Lord, your servant; St. Augustine is famous for the theology of “faith seeking understanding”... I can appreciate Jesus that the Bishop of Hippo did not arrive at his theological faith overnight. The Palmist wrote, “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5 b) Some of us seem to be living however in a perpetual night as those who do in the Polar Regions. “O Lord,” my soul asks, “when is the morning coming and where is the light at the end of the tunnel”?
Thank you, Holy Spirit, for reminding me just now what has been written in the Epistle to the Hebrews Epistle, 13:5 b “for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee”.
I also do recall now the George MacDonald quotation found at the beginning of his C.S. Lewis’s book entitled, The Problem of Pain, "The Son of God suffered unto the death, not that men might not suffer, but that their sufferings might be like His".
Cf. Ps. 42:5; 43:5
Thank you, Lord Jesus for those that minister to the broken hearted.