The Suffering Question

The first time I went to Europe came about when my essay was chosen to receive a mostly paid pilgrimage to Assisi and Rome.  $800 out of my pocket was all it took for me to embark on a once in a lifetime pilgrimage experience.Patty Hubbard - Assisi

Since then I have always looked back with such fond memories of those seven peaceful days in Assisi.  It was the first time I experienced liturgy in another culture/language; sure I don’t speak any Italian but the signs and symbols of our faith go past any language differences and it was awesome to experience that.  I remember going to the chapel where the original San Damiano crucifix still hangs; where St. Francis heard Jesus speak to him, “Francis, Go rebuild my Church!”  As I left the chapel on a cold December night, I could hear in the darkness the friars chanting their evening Vespers and it was so peaceful and so beautiful.  I loved hearing the tolling bells every night from St. Clare’s Basilica calling the cloistered nuns to prayer.Patty Hubbard - Assisi

It was in Assisi where I started to learn what it meant to be quiet and still with God; that God speaks with a still, small voice to the depths of our heart.  I started to realize what it means to live a life completely for Jesus Christ…not in some mean, Bible-thumping way but in a loving, radical way, similar to the life of St. Francis of Assisi.

While I was in Assisi I remember seeing an image of Jesus crucified with St. Francis; but it was one I had never seen before back at home. 

St. Francis of Assisi Embracing the Crucified Christ by Bartolome Esteban Murillo
St. Francis of Assisi Embracing the Crucified Christ by Bartolome Esteban Murillo

Recently during my morning prayer, I was praying with my eyes closed, and I was surprised when this image came to my mind, as I haven’t thought of it much since I was in Assisi.

I decided to not ignore this, and go with it…Okay Holy Spirit, where is this ride taking me?  I started thinking and asking God why out of nowhere would this image just pop into my mind.

It is truly a unique image.  Not because it is of Jesus crucified but because Jesus is literally coming off the cross to embrace Francis.  The more I sat with this, the more I sensed God’s timing in revealing this to my heart.  This embrace of Jesus and Francis illustrates two important lessons in relation to suffering for me personally.

First, Jesus is inviting Francis into His Passion and death.  For Francis this was a very real thing, to the point he bore the wounds of Christ on his actual body (the Stigmata).  Jesus suffered so much in his crucifixion, and through our own sufferings and trials in life we are able to experience just a sliver of what He endured. The way Jesus reaches down to embrace Francis is an intimate way for Jesus to allow Francis to experience what Jesus endured.

And second, this embrace is also an action of crazy, passionate, reckless love.  This image strongly conveys a sense of love: how much Francis loves Christ, but also, how much Christ loves Francis in a personal way.  I began to imagine myself in place of Francis; that in a way Jesus is drawing me into His Passion through a variety of ways in my own life.  Even in suffering, there is great love.  Somehow even in great trials and suffering, God is there and present with us.  Even during dark times in my own life, I know that I am never alone. And even though it doesn’t take away the pain, somehow to know my God gets/understands my suffering makes it just a little bit easier to bear.

God doesn’t allow suffering because He is mean or vindictive.  It was never part of the original plan to begin with.  Suffering exists because sin exists.  The only place where suffering and sin are extinct is Heaven.  Even though I’m almost done with grad school, no master’s degree is ever going to make sense of ‘the suffering question’.

I find a lot of comfort and peace in looking at this image.  It in no way is an answer to the suffering question in the world or our personal lives; however, it makes me feel less alone, less scared, and gives me hope.  But ultimately, no matter how awful and dark my Good Friday is, there will always, always be an Easter Sunday.

Patty Hubbard Assisi

Patty Hubbard

Patty Hubbard

Patty is a Michigan gal working in youth ministry and new-ish wife learning to cook more than a Lean Cuisine. She is working on her Master's in Pastoral Ministry from Sacred Heart Major Seminary and plans to graduate in April 2015. A cradle Catholic with deep love of St. Maximilian Kolbe, John Wayne movies, and tasty mimosas over breakfast. You can come along for the adventure at www.amoderngrace.blogspot.com.

Leave a Replay

3 thoughts on “The Suffering Question”

  1. Pingback: Asia Bibi's Final Plea to Avoid the Gallows - BigPulpit.com

  2. Pingback: Pastoral Sharings: "Second Sunday of Advent" | St. John

  3. If somebody tried to crucify me, I would want to mow them down. How can anybody love a god that wants people to experience that?

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Sign up for our Newsletter

Click edit button to change this text. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit