Excerpt from, “Three
Words of Caution in the Wake of Another Mass Killing,” by Jonathan L.
Walton, 12/16/12, Huffington Post:
Life has an improvisational quality that one can only
describe as absurd. There is no logic. No viable explanations. No rhyme or
reason. One day a family is decorating the house in preparation for the holiday
season. And the next day the unspeakable happens. It makes no sense. And any
attempt to provide a reason for the tragedy of Friday would only lead to glib theodicies, insensitive sermonizing,
and puerile platitudes. I would go as far as to say that all words at a time
like this come across as cliché when we try to make sense of the nonsensical.
The human language is neither complicated nor creative enough to capture the
depths of this sort of pain.
Theodicy: the vindication of divine goodness and
providence in view of the existence of evil
I have come to realize that no one questions why "good" happens but we try to pick apart the every fiber as to why something "bad" happens. Why do you think that is?
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