Thoughts on bad things happening to good people

I was checking out the website By Common Consent, a Mormon blog. A comment on this entry made me think about suffering in a new way. I'm assuming this is a quotation from Buechner, although the post was not exactly clear.

Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking, London: Collins, 1973, p.24.

It is noteworthy that the Author and Finisher of our faith was silent on the whys and wherefores of human suffering. Instead, he came down and suffered with us — in fact, sank below our suffering — and proceeded to show us the way by living a life dedicated to healing the physical and spiritual wounds that were all around Him (not to mention transforming the suffering of Gethsemane to the healing of sin and the suffering of Calgary to the healing of death).

I love the idea that Jesus does not explain why bad things and suffering happen--I mean, I think we have some good ideas like "mortal world" and "free will," but I'm not sure God has actually ever said. He didn't say, he just came and suffered with us.

Sigh.

I have been slacking on my blogging. Here's a few updates.

1. When you ask Sabrina where her shoes are (in the car, probably), or where Daddy is (work, or sleeping) or any other such question, she now puts her hands in the air, palms up, about shoulder height, and says, "I do' know!" It might be the cutest thing she has done so far.

2. At work, the 6th and 8th grade girls are full of drama, drama, drama. Talking about each other, racing rumors to each other, trying to get power. Honestly, I don't remember Jr. High being this awful, even though 8th grade was, well, a hard year. I remember kind of liking good ol' Wasatch Jr. But based on what I have seen the last few weeks, I am afflicted with a particularly pleasant form of amnesia, and have no desire to relive those particular glory days.

3. My computer is now an orphan. That's right: its motherboard died. At least Henry, the tech wizard at school saved my data, but the computer is gone. And, as a 1/5 time counselor, I don't rate a new laptop. Poor me. Poor, motherless computer.