This is a raw, theological lament—my own—that forces a confrontation between the foundational belief that humanity's purpose is to love and serve God, and the brutal, un-consented-to reality of human suffering. I have been asking myself: Is the command to love God easy only for those born into privilege and comfort? And does it become an agonizing, even unanswerable question for those born into a life of relentless cruelty, injustice, and pain? My thoughts use a visceral, unflinching description of systemic suffering, starvation, disease, slavery, oppression as the ultimate test of faith. I want to conclude by presenting the clinical, biblical definitions of "Wickedness," "Righteousness," and "Death," leaving the profound tension between these divine standards and the horrific reality of human existence hanging in the balance, unresolved and unsettling.
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This is an existential reflection that challenges the concept of a loving God by forcing a direct confrontation with the unfiltered horrors of human existence. It contrasts the "charmed life" of the fortunate with the "raw deal" of the suffering those for whom survival is a violent struggle and hope itself is a foreign language. Like the account of Job, it asks whether faith and praise are genuine when they come from a place of ease, or if they can and whether they should survive when one's life has been marked by relentless, systemic annihilation. I do not know if my thoughts are a powerful and disturbing meditation on the problem of evil, or simply the raw doubts of one person. But they are framed here as both a personal and a universal crisis of faith.
The thoughts that follow which I intend to publish dive into the very concept of existence and its end result, death, alongside the research I have done.