Augustine of Hippo
The children of the true and most high God draw their comfort from a reliable source, one that lies not in fleeting and temporary things but in their hope. They do not regard the earthly existence, which serves to prepare them for eternal life, as something to mourn. As temporary sojourners, they appreciate worldly possessions without being enslaved by them; instead, they are either refined or instructed through adversity. Those who mock their trials, asking in times of distress, ‘Where is your God?’ (Psalms 41:11), should reflect on the whereabouts of their own deities when facing similar tribulations, the very hardships for which these deities are worshipped or expected to provide protection.
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The faithful would respond, ‘Our God is omnipresent and indivisible, simultaneously everywhere and nowhere; He can be invisibly present and yet absent without departing from us. When He allows us to experience suffering, it is either to test our righteousness or to cleanse our transgressions, all the while preparing us for an eternal reward in light of the temporal sufferings we have endured with faith. And who are you to speak of your gods, let alone question our God, who is ‘more awesome than all gods’? For all the deities of the nations are mere idols, but the Lord is the Creator of the heavens’ (Psalm 95:4-5).
The shameful taunts are leveled at me as harsh accusations. That familiar voice repeats itself! Daily, they confront me with questions, ‘Where is your God?’ (Psalm 41:11). This challenge particularly resonates in the trials faced by the Church, as they mockingly ask, ‘Where is your God?’ How often was this scorn directed at the martyrs! These men, steadfast and brave in their faith, endured the piercing question, ‘Where is your God?’ They would dare Him to rescue them if He truly could. While people witnessed their suffering in the physical realm, they failed to perceive the glory that awaited them in the spiritual. Those who bring me shame are relentless, repeating, ‘Where is your God?’ As my soul grapples with its turmoil, what can I offer it but these words: