(We will continue using CaringBridge as our primary method for communicating Isaiah-related updates; but I’ve decided to carry over to Substack some of my thoughts from our walk through this mess. Substack seems to be an easier-to-use option for archiving my thoughts/ramblings for the long term rather than CaringBridge, social media, or my blog. That said, if you’ve followed along on CaringBridge, please forgive the redundancy.)
Have you ever experienced a time when you are confident God is trying to tell you something via a quote or song or verse or something? For whatever reason, one particular quote has resurfaced over and over in my life this year. I’ve found the recurrence of this particular quote rather odd given the gravity of our situation. I guess I expected God to inspire me with something more biblical or, well, godly. It’s a rather random quote and one you’re probably familiar with. It was a quote by the great theologian Mike Tyson in response to a reporter’s question regarding whether or not Tyson was worried about Evander Holyfield’s fight plan.
“Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth,” he responded.
During my many discussions with people this year, I’ve come to a conclusion: everybody has a theology until they get punched in the mouth. I’ve spoken to more than a few people who, like us, have found their theology rocked by a punch in the mouth. For some, it has been their own tragedy that has rocked their theology. For others, it has been our tragedy…Isaiah’s tragedy.
Speaking as one who continues to take Tyson-level punches to the mouth and who remains in the midst of a fight more brutal than any I could have ever imagined, I feel compelled to expound upon a couple theological thoughts…mainly because I can’t bear the thought of someone losing faith in the God of the Bible because of our pain. Additionally, when you find a peace and a hope powerful enough to persist no matter how many uppercuts life hits you with, you can’t help but do your best to share it with a world full of sufferers.
If you’ve followed along on CaringBridge, you’ve probably gathered that I’ve pressed pretty hard into the deeper, difficult questions of life and eternity. You do that sort of thing when life pummels you. You search for answers. You search for meaning. You search for hope. You read a lot. You study a lot. You cry a lot. Then, you spend too much quiet time in an ICU and ramble on and on and on and on and on and on, sharing a mountain of thoughts that no one asked you to share. Ok, maybe you don’t. But, I do.
I could probably leave you with this short, three sentence, Occam’s razor-ish argument for Christianity: Almost inarguably, Jesus is the most influential human being of all time. Maybe he isn’t the most influential human being of all time because he was an eloquent, revolutionary, and moral teacher. Maybe he is the most influential human being of all time because he is who he says he is.
Instead though, I’m going to ramble on a bit, because, well, it continues to be oddly therapeutic for me whether or not anyone actually reads this stuff.
So, let’s get started. In the midst of our suffering, I’ve wrestled deeply with faith and doubt and searched desperately for answers. I’ve searched desperately for hope. I’ve searched desperately for peace. I still land on the following conclusion: when facing the worst things life can possibly throw at you, there is no other hope-giving, peace-giving, endurance-giving pathway through adversity than the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth—the guy who claims to have conquered death via his resurrection. I’ve sort of battle-tested its claims. His claims have been weighed. His claims have been measured. I’ve found his promises to be true in my life. Christ has a way of getting your through the lows (via a variety of means) that no other belief system offers. Not only does he miraculously get you through the lows, Christianity is designed to ultimately redeem the lows unlike any other belief system. It’s infused with hope—a hope of redemption of all of this mess. Romans 8:18-39. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18.
Every religion provides a way or a path through the trials of this life. However, with the exception of Christianity, they all seem to me to provide a temporal hope…or a hope that is pretty much fully dependent on me and my abilities (physical, mental, emotional, or all of the above). Or, worse, they provide no hope at all. I’m a huge nerd when it comes to learning. Admittedly, it can be tempting at times for me to compile all the best wisdom and ideas from all the different belief systems and package them together as a wonderful way to get through my suffering, live a blessed life, and move on to the eternal. Alas, not a single one of the major world religions allows for that sort of thinking. (I suppose that perhaps Deism might, but it can’t really claim to be a “major” world religion.)
I’ve read up on Islam. It seems that Sharia Law (and my adherence to it) is the way through this life and its many trials. For those who are suffering, I think Islam gives the most hope to the person who performs the best. The need to live a life where my good deeds outweigh my bad deeds offers me no hope during times of extreme tragedy. Many days, I’m struggling to put one foot in front of the other. Knowing that my eternal life depends on me working to earn my salvation—that my eternal hope rests in my ability to rise above adversity and earn my way—well, that’s a challenge I’m not up for. It’s an added weight I can’t bear. Interestingly, Jesus’s words about how to find peace and attain eternal life run contrary to the Islamic religion. (I say “interestingly”, since Islam holds Jesus up as a miracle-working prophet and describes him as “the word of God.”)
I’ve read up on Buddhism. It seems that enlightenment is the way. I’ll set aside for a moment the fact that Buddhism is fully dependent on my mental ability. A) I’m currently living a kind of pain I can’t seem to “transcend.” B) I feel that my son and my family deserve better than me escaping to a transcendent reality. C) I’ve had many joys in my life I don’t ever want to transcend. Of course, there is the likely possibility that I’m just not smart enough to awaken my mind to a peaceful reality. I repeat, that is a possibility. For those who are suffering, it seems to me that Buddhism gives the most hope not to the person who performs the best but to the person who thinks the best. Where does that leave me and all of my fellow non-Mensa members? Are we just doomed to suffer in our stupidity? I just can’t find hope here. Jesus gives hope to people like me. I’m quite thankful that he didn’t add things like, “Blessed are the intelligent,” or “Blessed are those who are born smarter than others,” to the beatitudes.
I’ve read up on the arguments for atheism/agnosticism. It seems that any truth I discover inside myself is the way. Pursuing my deepest desires is the way. I certainly find no hope here. A quick glance at the covers of the magazines in the checkout line at Walmart fairly well debunks the idea that attaining our deepest desires is the way to peace. Magazine cover after magazine cover is littered with people who attained their deepest desires only to end up depressed, in rehab, divorced, alienated from the ones they love, or suicidal. Fame. Fortune. Power. Ultimately, they all seem to be empty pursuits that leave the pursuer wanting. Also, atheism doesn’t have a solid answer for what I should do when my truth clashes with someone else’s. Absent any absolute moral guidepost, I suppose it becomes an evolutionary “survival of the fittest” situation. Survival of the fittest is depressing news for the disabled, the poor in spirit, the meek, the outcasts, and the chronic sufferers. In the midst of our suffering, I’m very thankful that Jesus omitted “Blessed are the fittest,” from the beatitudes.
In Christianity, Jesus is the way. He makes bold and unapologetic claims about hope, peace, enduring trials, and eternity—claims that are fundamentally different than any other path. In fact, it’s virtually impossible to dismiss the guy as just some eloquent, moral, historical teacher-figure, because his claims are so bold as to directly contradict the claims of every major belief system and unbelief system. He says, “Follow me,” “Take heart! I have overcome,”, and “I am the way,” rather than “Follow your heart,” “Follow your own understanding,” or “You can overcome.” When speaking of suffering and trials, Jesus doesn’t talk about avoiding, transcending, or overcoming trials by work ethic or sheer will. He talks about walking through our trials with us. With us through the fires. With us through the seas. With us through the deserts. With us through the wildernesses. With us through the valleys. Matthew 1:23.
I’m not really eloquent enough to describe why the many stories of suffering in the Bible—and God’s interactions with the suffering—are so incredibly comforting to me, but they are. I’m not really eloquent enough to describe why Jesus’s words and those of his followers are so incredibly comforting to me, but they are. Perhaps it’s because Christianity’s promises are for everyone, not just the hardest working or hardest thinking. That gives hope to people like me…those who need it most…those who find themselves the most broken. In fact, Jesus seems to offer the most hope to those whom life feels the most hopeless. More and more, I love and cling to Romans 8:18:
“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.”
I have a deeper appreciation and hope for that verse every day. Yes, I maintain hope for Isaiah’s miraculous healing. But, my hope is rooted in something much, much bigger and much, much grander than any success or triumph or joy this breath of a life has to offer. My hope is rooted in something eternal that will make even the greatest of earthly suffering pale in comparison to the glory that awaits. Paul sums it up quite well, actually: “If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.” It’s not that this life can’t be great; it’s just that this temporary life is a terrible place in which to root eternal hope.
Of the major world religions, Christianity is is pretty exclusive in that it places its hope outside of me and my ability. That’s pretty great, because the thought of “afterlife” hinging on my ability to work harder, try harder, or think harder during and after times like these is utterly demoralizing. In short, Christianity cries, “it is finished,” while all others cry either “it is not finished, and it’s up to you,” or “it is finished, but nothing really matters. Probably. Maybe. But probably not. Who knows?” Personally, I can’t bear the weight of the latter. I cling to the peace, grace, and ultimate redemption of the former. Matthew 11:28.
Resources:
If you, like us, find yourselves among the suffering, here are a couple resources I found refreshing:
Walking With God Through Pain and Suffering by Tim Keller
Suffering and Comfort sermon by Matt Chandler
Thank you Josh for being so honest. We continue to pray
Josh, I have always loved this lesson. I love that you did the research and found this out for me. It is eye opening for sure. Thank you for your work!