I have this
class called Trauma, Theology, and Aesthetics. In that class, we learned to
share our tears. We shared our burdens yet we took our friend’s burdens to
become our own. We learned to embrace the vulnerability of creation. We risk to
change our point of view, our way of thinking, upside down. We learn to read
the Bible differently. We learn to hear and to listen to the voice of the
voiceless. We risk ourselves, our theology, for being the witness to the
brokenness of humanity, of our society, which they tried to hide. We offer them
the brutality of reality, which they could not bear, all this time. We risk
ourselves, we risk our theology. We risk our faith.
In that
class, we shared tears. Even society could not bear the tears. Tears are
something taboo, that you must hide it and keep it private. Keep it to
yourself.
Our society
is a cold stone. We are the water drop. And if we keep dropping the reality,
the cold stone will break. This is a
community of sharing.
I have
learned many things the hard way. God can be absent, God cries, God has been
through death. God can be as vulnerable as human being can be, as creation can
be this point of view breaks all Christian doctrines which shows the
powerfulness, almighty, the presentfulness of God. Therefore, I can see God as
a friend. Not like some usual friend, but rather, an intimate friend, who walks
with me and accompanies me, through the darkness, through the death, the abyss
of life, the wound, and the trauma itself. Like the lyric of a song: I will fear no evil, for my God is with me.
And if my God is with me, whom then shall I fear?
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