The feeling part of human beings was designed to sense this. Unfortunately, it does not work well at all in most people; and it takes many years to undertake repairs on that.
Nonetheless, the process of faith, which can help, asks us to affirm that this is true even if we can't sense it directly. Sometimes our heart can open a little bit and we may see that the universe is composed of an infinite number of blessings which cascade atop one another endlessly, such that every single instance and every single moment is filled with Grace and Mercy.
Well, when people die and other awful things happen, it certainly doesn't feel that way — but the astonishing and impossible thing is that all of it is made of Love.
How can this be, you might ask? It doesn't make any sense. Well, it doesn't. I will just give it to you that way. If the heart opens it sees it; and that is all I can report. Even the greatest anguish is made of Love; I know this, because I have felt great anguish and the Love in it was never separated from the truth of the anguish itself.
It's peculiar and mysterious that I live — that all of us live — in a universe with this paradox at its root. There are times when one has to throw everything out the door and just go forward filling one's sails with the faith that is available. There are no constructions, exercises, forms, or practices that impart this wind; yet one must trust it when it comes.
Maybe the mistake we make, rational little creatures that we are, is that we are always trying to separate the love and mercy from disaster, as though it needed saving.
It doesn't need saving; it knows its way without us.
Lee van Laer is a Senior Editor at Parabola Magazine.