You can’t give yourself over to love for someone without giving yourself over to suffering. You can’t give yourself to love for a soldier without giving yourself to suffering in a war. It is this body of our suffering that Christ was born into, to suffer Himself and to fill it with light, so that beyond the suffering we can imagine Easter morning and peace on earth on little earthly homelands such as Port William and the farming villages of Okinawa.
But Christ’s living unto death in this body of our suffering did not end the suffering. He asked us to end it, but we have not ended it. We suffer the old suffering over and over again. Eventually, in loving, you see that you have given yourself over to the knowledge of suffering in a state of war that is always going on. And you wake in the night to the thought of the hurt and the helpless, the scorned and the cheated, the burnt, the bombed, the shot, the imprisoned, the beaten, the tortured, the maimed, the spit upon, the shit upon
From Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry (171).