There are many different analogies given to the positive outcome of suffering. To bake a cake you have a crack a few eggs. The pains of childbirth produce the beauty of a child. The agony over images and words creates a great work of poetry.
But I ask that you notice the difference between these common analogies and what is said above. It is not a word of hope that though we may suffer now, if we just wait for a bit we will have a joyous outcome. It is a truth that we will suffer. And at the end of one round of suffering there will be yet another. Then another.
Mother Theresa’s Soul yearned for God, yet for most of her life – even up to her death – He was hidden from her. She suffered even to the last breath.
There was no beauty in the end.
In her life, like many of our lives, the beauty was in the breaking.