There is no worse suffering than to be a creature.

There is no worse suffering than to be a creature. We are like a word which one never finishes pronouncing, eternally suspended and uncertain about its own meaning. A word which does not hear the voice which pronounces it. A word which must be content to let itself be pronounced.

Or else we are like rough-casts which have escaped from the hands of our modeler.

We are sick and tired of being hurt, of blows, scrapings, cuttings, remodeling. But when we stop in our furious flight, we find ourselves miserable, terribly insufficient, incapable of expressing ourselves and finding our bearings, and we cry with anger and indignation against him who is responsible for it.

There is no rest, for a creature, except in the hands of his Creator. He alone can complete it, free it from its anxiety and distress. But the place of its completion is also the place of its pain, the place where God is at work on it. There is no peace for us except in relying on the place where we are hurt.

L. Evely

Suffering