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SUMMARY:Vigils Reading
DESCRIPTION:THE LOVE OF GOD AND AFFLICTION \nFrom the writing of Simone Weil6 \n◊◊◊ \nThe great enigma of human life is not suffering but affliction… Affliction makes God appear to be absent for a time\, more absent than a dead man\, more absent than light in the utter darkness of a cell. A kind of horror submerges the whole soul. During this absence there is nothing to love. What is terrible is that if\, in this darkness where there is nothing to love\, the soul ceases to love\, God’s absence becomes final. The soul has to go on loving in the emptiness\, or at least to go on wanting to love\, though it may only be with an infinitesimal part of itself. Then\, one day\, God will come to show himself to this soul and to reveal the beauty of the world to it\, as in the case of Job. But if the soul stops loving it falls\, even in this life\, into something almost equivalent to hell… \nBecause no other could do it\, he himself went to the greatest possible distance\, the… infinite distance between God and God\, this supreme tearing apart\, this agony beyond all others\, this marvel of love\, is the crucifixion. Nothing can be further from God than that which has been made accursed. This tearing apart\, over which supreme love places the bond of supreme union\, echoes perpetually across the universe in the midst of the silence\, like two notes\, separate yet melting into one\, like pure and heart-rending harmony. This is the Word of God. The whole creation is nothing but its vibration… \nThose who persevere in love hear this note from the very lowest depths into which affliction has thrust them. From that moment they can no longer have any doubt. Men struck down by affliction are at the foot of the Cross\, almost at the \n\n\n\n\n\n\ngreatest possible distance from God. It must not be thought that sin is a greater distance. Sin is not a distance\, it is a turning of our gaze in the wrong direction… From the beginning\, we are told\, humanity turned its gaze away from God and walked in the wrong direction for as far as it could go. That was because it could walk then. As for us\, we are nailed down to the spot\, only free to choose which way we look… It rests with them to keep or not to keep their eyes turned toward God through all the jolting… \nWhen an apprentice gets hurt\, or complains of being tired\, the workmen and peasants have this fine expression: “It is the trade entering his body.” Each time that we have some pain to go through\, we can say to ourselves quite truly that it is… the obedience of creation to God that are entering our body. After that how can we fail to bless with tenderest gratitude the Love that sends us this gift? Joy and suffering are two equally precious gifts both of which must be savored to the full\, each one in its purity\, without trying to mix them. Through joy\, the beauty of the world penetrates our soul. Through suffering it penetrates our body… \nThe man to whom such a thing happens has no part in the operation. He struggles like a butterfly pinned alive into an album. But through all the horror he can continue to want to love. There is nothing impossible in that\, no obstacle\, one might almost say no difficulty. For the greatest suffering\, so long as it does not cause the soul to faint\, does not touch the acquiescent part of the soul\, consenting to a right direction. It is only necessary to know that love is a direction and not a state of the soul. If one is unaware of this\, one falls into despair at the first onslaught of affliction. He whose soul remains ever turned toward God though the nail pierces it finds himself nailed to the very center of the universe. It is the true center; it is not in the middle; it is beyond space and time; it is God \n\n\n  \n\n\n\n\n6 Weil\, Simone. Waiting for God. Trans. Emma Craufurd. New York: Harper & Row\, 1951. 119-125\, 131-132. \n\n\n 
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