Revisiting the Problem of Evil…Again

The problem of evil constantly occupies my thoughts. So much of theological reflection takes place within the emotional effects of reality; its practical import never escapes me and I fail to understand how so many Christians draw such a sharp distinction between theology and practice. These thoughts about evil have a direct impact on how we see things, how we treat people, how we handle the troubling things that happen to us and the rest of the world. Theological appropriation for the religious person is paramount.

While vacuuming my house today, I dwelled on the thought that if evil is the strongest argument against God’s existence, then God’s existence must be the strongest argument against the problem of evil. Maybe. If this life is not the whole story, if justice comes, if somehow all of the suffering proves to have been worth it, then that means evil does not ultimately prevail. Believe me: I tend to side with Ivan in The Brothers Karamazov and say that I would give that ticket back—the kind of suffering humanity has experienced can’t possibly be worth any compensation, can it? I suppose on certain levels the idea seems reasonable enough. Nasal congestion, pets dying, minor surgeries, bumps and bruises, even death at the end of a long life. But we all can think of myriad events and situations that offer an insurmountable case against any metaphysical compensation.

Christians speak of a hope that we can scarcely imagine: living on the new earth that God will create, in His presence, without evil or trial. We will have the “benefit” of having endured all the suffering, which indeed shapes us, yet living freely without fear or anxiety. Therein lies the appeal of universal salvation, at least for me. I have already done away with any notion that infants, the mentally handicapped, or any other person incapable of “making a decision for Christ” will undergo any kind of judgment. If God is all-loving and all-just then what possible reason would we have to think He could find an infant deserving of the same condemnation as Hitler? I’m familiar with the possible answers and, frankly, they all suck. They don’t actually answer the question. If you find yourself in a hospital with a mother who has just lost her child, you’re a monster if you give her anything less than hope that her baby is snuggled up with Jesus and waiting for her mommy to join her “soon and very soon.”

I followed Jesus for years before I became aware of the problem of evil. My most basic response then, as it is now, was “But that’s not the whole story.” The last twelve years have realized a persistent revisitation of the problem. Because of my insistence that theology directly impacts my life and ought to do the same for any Christian, I don’t find theological answers to this problem proving themselves utterly useless; indeed, the hope that my beautiful baby boy is loved by the God who created him supports my own weak love. When daddy fails him, when it seems like daddy doesn’t love him, he is loved on the deepest level with the unfailing love of the God who lovingly knit him for His own glory. Imperfections and all, babies belong to the Lord and I believe He is faithful to restore them.

I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what that looks like. I don’t know if every parent is reunited. I don’t know how the future will make up for the past and for now. Many days I don’t care how or why and I don’t believe anything can be compensated for. But I won’t hang up my hat. The irony presented by the problem of evil lies in the fact that it asks me to sacrifice what I now know for what is not a reality for me. When we shake our fists at the sky over what happens to others, we don’t abandon our families over it. Other evil is not my evil to endure in the same way, (and I think both sides of this debate do an awful disservice to those who have and are suffering by making them object lessons.) I don’t live less thankfully for my own child when someone is devastated by the tragic loss of theirs. Please understand, I’m weeping as I write this because I’ve seen what it looks like for a family to lose their child. I hate it with every fiber of my being. It utterly baffles me why God would allow such a thing in silence (which is perhaps a lesson to us theologians and to the apologists who venture “the answer” when even God won’t reach down in the darkest times and offer a whisper for a crushed family.) But whether religious or not, the response of every witness who has their own child is to squeeze that child even tighter and sigh grateful sighs that they still have their child. I just can’t hug my boy and not be grateful.

The suffering of others has set up camp in the center of my mind. I beg for an answer. I pray angrily sometimes and ask, “What are you doing?!” I’ve nearly abandoned my faith because of it on several occasions. But intellectual honesty and integrity don’t allow me to abandon the reality of the fact that I have been spared, and that the hope I have was given to me as a gift that I did not originally want, and that it circulates throughout my being with the same blood and along the same pathways as the hope I have for others. I don’t abandon that hope for others because as badly as I want their suffering to end, I want to give them hope. I want to comfort the dying child in his hospital bed. Russell may not have been able to believe in God after seeing that child, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to punt when that child asks me if she is going to heaven.

2 thoughts on “Revisiting the Problem of Evil…Again

  1. Interesting post, John. To be honest, I haven’t seen this happen; I haven’t seen a family lose a small child. Therefore, please understand that I don’t know exactly what that looks and feels like. I have seen parents bury children, though those children were adolescents or adults. This is tragic and heart-breaking.

    We often want to shake our fists at God and ask: “What are you doing about it?” (as you have done, apparently). I wonder if God is looking back at us and asking the same thing: “What are YOU doing about it?” Yes, to be sure, the affliction of a child with a dread disease is (probably) no human’s fault. But, many of the world’s greatest evils and greatest tragedies are directly caused by humans. So often we are the agents of evil. Genocide, hunger, environmental issues, etc. — we are culpable. When I speak with atheists, they sometimes forget this. God is to blame for the Holocaust? I’d more readily point the finger at humanity. It seems to me that the list of sufferings that comes at the hands of humans is much longer than the list that seems to be dealt out by nature or God or whatever.

    It is incumbent upon us to aid in the answering of our own prayer: Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. What are we doing about it? What are we doing to minimize suffering? What are we doing to bring Heaven to Earth?

    • That’s a question I’ve long posed to many an objector to Christianity, “What are YOU doing about it?” The problem I have is with the things that can’t be prevented that way. Natural disasters, etc. Or what about when people do try to prevent things and it just doesn’t work (e.g. Hitler). Humanity is indeed to blame; but if God can intervene to stop a guy sleeping with Abraham’s wife, he can certainly intervene to stop thousands of babies from being burned alive after being ripped from their mothers’ arms. It just doesn’t balance at all. If God can come down to intercede for humanity’s biggest mistake ever, why can’t he come down to stop a “smaller” one like the Holocaust? Humanity may be to blame, but those babies and families got the punishment for it.

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