Ever had the experience of having your brain work overtime to try to make sense of some action, something done to you?
Some things make no sense and we know it–things like the premature death of a single parent, a genocide, impulsive choices that make matters much worse, etc. Yet our minds keep trying to figure it out. Why? How come? What does it mean? If only I could understand what God was up to then I could…
Sometimes, trying to understand the incomprehensible compounds and adds to our present sufferings.
We then tend to respond in one of three ways, (a) give up and stop functioning, or (b) develop antiseptic conclusions (e.g., God is going to use this to bless me later), or (c) put our heads down, ignore the pain and do the thing in front of us.
Response b may in fact be true but often it is used to help the person dissociate from the incomprehensible in a way to keep living and moving.
What do you find most helpful when dealing with an unsuccessful attempt to make sense out of suffering? How do you avoid giving in to ruminations about unanswerable angsts or hopelessness or its opposite, baseless optimism that denies the present reality?