To confess your sins to God is not to tell [God] anything [God] doesn't already know. Until you confess them, however, they are the abyss between you. When you confess them, they become the bridge.
Frederick BuechnerRead
When someone we love suffers, we suffer with that person, and we would not have it otherwise, because the suffering and the love are one, just as it is with God's love for us.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love binds us to the suffering of others, connecting joy and pain.
In this quote, Buechner expresses the profound connection between love and suffering, suggesting that true love involves sharing both the joy and the pain of those we care for. The idea is that love is an integral part of our shared experiences, and it is through this connection that we fully engage with one another's lives, reflecting a divine love that also encompasses both suffering and support.
Themes
LoveSufferingConnectionPainUnderstanding
In practice
Example use cases
In a funeral speech, to emphasize the bond of love shared with the deceased.
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