Allow me to ramble for a minute.
Jesus told a story about the Father seeing the sparrow fall to the ground, and that we should therefore be comforted that the Father cares for us... because we are more important than sparrows.
What I found curious is that the sparrow is not rescued or helped in any way. The sparrow falls. The sparrow hits the ground. The sparrow dies. I did appreciate that it more accurately represented real life... that bad things really do happen and that there ins't any intervention. But... Jesus says the Father saw it. We are to receive comfort from that. The message is, apparently, that even though we may suffer, we aren't alone. Someone cares.
Some people don't find that very comforting.
I've been reading some interesting ideas about how people perceive the universe. Whether they believe in a God or not. Some people feel like the world is a very dangerous place and conspires against them. Constantly. Every little bad thing that happens is a confirmation of this. Every good thing that happens is a freak accident and held in suspicion. Then there are others who feel like the world is a fairly safe place and conspires in their favor. Every good thing that happens is a confirmation of this. Every bad thing that happens is a freak accident.
On the one hand, the universe is good with chaos trying to disrupt it. On the other, the universe is chaos with good trying to correct it.
Then, I suppose, there are those who see the world as neutral and arbitrary and that we are subjects of its ebbs and flows.
Then, I also suppose, there are those who say there is no universe, there is no I, and there is no suffering.
And... it doesn't matter where the person is in the world or how severe their struggles. I saw this for myself when I visited Haiti right after the earthquake in 2010.
Some people can grow up in complete luxury but live in constant fear that life is going to deal them a fatal blow. Then others can grow up in complete impoverishment and feel like they're going to win the lottery any day.
The other day I was reading about PTSD, and how some people may be more prone to it than others because of their childhood. Those who experienced trauma in their childhood years may have more difficulty recovering from traumas later. Did these people grow up feeling the world isn't safe? Did their trauma convince them of this?
But then, I have a fascinating book by a Jungian Buddhist psychologist, Polly Young-Eisendrath, The Gifts of Suffering: Finding Insight, Compassion, and Renewal
, where she tells story after story of people who have experienced terrible struggles, yet have what she calls "resilience" and recover to find renewed creativity and compassion in the world.
So... lots to think about. Thanks for listening to my ramble.
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