Category Archives: Nicholas Wolfterstorff

It’s been a year now since I last saw this small patch of earth. Then it was piles of dirt and a hole. Now I can scarcely tell. Then it was surrounded by teared humanity. Now just mother and father, … Continue reading →

“Put your hand into my wounds,” said the risen Jesus to Thomas, “and you will know who I am.” The wounds of Christ are his identity. They tell us who he is. He did not lose them. They went down … Continue reading →

It’s the neverness that is so painful. Never again to be here with us–never to sit with us at table, never to travel with us, never to laugh with us, never to cry with us, never to embrace us as … Continue reading →

Truly, you are a God who hides yourself, O God of Israel, the Savior” (Isa. 45:15). “A religion which does not affirm that God is hidden is not true. Vere tu es Deus absconditus–truly you are a hidden God” (Pascal). … Continue reading →

When we gather now there’s always someone missing, his absence as present as our presence, his silence as loud as our speech. Still five children, but one always gone. When we’re all together, we’re not all together. Nicholas Wolterstorff

We’re in it together, God and we, together in the history of our world. The history of our world is the history of our suffering together. Every act of evil extracts a tear from God, every plunge into anguish extracts … Continue reading →

What is suffering? When something prized or loved is ripped away or never granted–work, someone loved, recognition of one’s dignity, life without physical pain–that is suffering. Or rather, that’s when suffering happens. What it is, I do not know. For … Continue reading →