The Anchoress is getting what she's prayed for this Lent. And it hurts:
Pain can exist without love, but not the reverse.
All creation is loved into being. Did that make the Creator vulnerable, too?
At the Incarnation, God-with-us came helpless, for us, with us, to us.
The reassuring love…
But did Christ also need to come to tell us God hurt?
To show us the hurt, and expose the pain - to show God alive, and hurt?
Once the great pope, John Paul II was found, embracing the Tabernacle in his arms, and crooning a Polish song as a parent would use to comfort a child. When asked about it, he replied, “I don’t know how else to comfort Him…”
Was the tree of knowledge off-limits to keep us from knowing love the way God knew it - love so full of the ache of longing, of such be-longing - as might break our hearts and leave us broken. So, broken.
Saved, but broken. Mended, but never whole.
Did wisdom bring the awareness of love, and love the knowledge of hurt?
Did God try to shield us from knowing what He knew - the way we know (the way we’ve learned) - how to bring it; the pain.
This Lent has brought it - the searing lesson I am better for learning but wish I had never known.
In my less than humble view, you should prayerfully read the rest.