Suffering Is Not for Its Own Sake

Photo by Tammy Perlmutter. Guatemala City.

Photo by Tammy Perlmutter. Guatemala City.

I know I’m supposed to write a brilliant, moving post about the amazing people of Guatemala and how God is doing incredible things and how deeply I was touched and changed by the experience. I don’t know if I can write that post. I have been changed by the experience but I know I will be processing this for a long time. But for now, here are my first thoughts. 

I went on this trip as an act of faith. I suffer from chronic pain and I knew a trip of this kind would trigger all the symptoms for me. And it did. The walking, the standing, the sitting, even the sleeping all caused intense discomfort and fatigue.

It was worth the pain. It was worth the triggering of memories from my own impoverished early years. It reminded me that we are called to suffer with Christ and with one another. It’s not an option. In A Beautiful Disaster, Marlena Graves writes about the necessity of spiritual formation and the unlikely source:

“Growing up, I begged God to take the cup of suffering from me, but mostly he didn’t. Instead, he used my pain and difficulties, my desert experiences, to transform me—which in turn alleviated my suffering. He redeems what we may deem our living hells, if we allow him. The hard truth, then, is this: everyone who follows Jesus is eventually called to the desert. God uses the desert of the soul—our suffering and difficulties—to form us, to make us beautiful souls” (italics mine).

While in Guatemala, I would fall into bed the moment we returned to our hostel at night. I prayed for healing, for relief, blinking back tears of discouragement from another difficult day. I considered staying at the hostel on Wednesday, not knowing if I could make it through the whole day. The next day we visited Life Unlimited in CaserÍo Las Flores. We walked 3.5 miles and, due to the inclines in the mountainous area, climbed the equivalent of 32 flights of stairs. I wondered how the local residents who also suffered chronic pain coped in this rural, mostly walking life.

Henri Nouwen came to Chicago over 20 years ago and a bunch of us went to see him. We were a motley crowd, and we were late entering the beautiful, solemn Catholic church. There was no room. We weren’t allowed to sit in the aisles due to fire codes. When Nouwen saw the problem, he invited us to sit on the stage with him. I literally sat at Henri Nouwen’s feet. His message was the catalyst for his last published book, Can You Drink the Cup? 

The cup Jesus is referring to is the cup of suffering. James and John, the Sons of Zebedee, were jockeying for position, and their mother was too. She asks Jesus to promise that her sons may sit at his right and his left when they enter the kingdom. “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said to them. “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?” “We can,” they answered. 

The men were quick to answer because they did not know what Jesus was asking. He was asking them to share the cup of his suffering, his brutal beating, his grisly crucifixion. He asks us the same question, can we drink the cup? The cup is heavy and bitter and it is full of pain. Paul got this, he comprehended what suffering with Christ truly meant. In most translations Philippians 3:10-11 proposes sharing in his sufferings, or participating with them. But there are a few translations that offer us a different angle. The NASB, KJV, and HCSB all say it like this: 

“. . . that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death; in order that I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.” 

The fellowship of His sufferings. Fellowship doesn’t imply a one-time occurrence. It implies the cultivation of relationship, the maintaining of closeness, the commitment of stability and presence. Like The Fellowship of the Ring. It is a continuous connection, a shared suffering, a communal experience of pain.

This is what missions means to me, short-term or long-term. Drinking the cup. Sharing in all our suffering. Even if it’s for a few hours. Even with language barriers and cross-cultural lives. Being present to those who suffer, looking them in the eye, sitting in their homes, listening to them, praying over them, seeing them, is what it means to drink the cup, to know the fellowship of his suffering. We may not bring miracles, but we bring ourselves. And we bring the suffering Savior who promises to make all things new, to wipe tears from eyes, to turn mourning into dancing. My physical self may have been struggling but my heart and my spirit surged with new-found energy.

We are not just called to drink the cup. We are called to drinking the cup, not just once, but over and over, together, in communion. We are reminded of his suffering and his invitation to share in his sufferings so we may know him more deeply, more intimately. But the suffering is not for its own sake, or even just for Christ’s sake, It’s for all our sakes, local and national and global. But God is a God of redemption and rescue. His own suffering was transformed into resurrection. Nouwen writes in his last book:

“In the midst of the sorrows is consolation, in the midst of the darkness is light, in the midst of the despair is hope, in the midst of Babylon is a glimpse of Jerusalem, and in the midst of an army of demons is the consoling angel. The cup of sorrow, inconceivable as it seems, is also the cup of joy. Only when we discover this in our own life can we consider drinking it.”

In an impoverished Guatemalan village, with a woman who could have wallowed in darkness, I drank from the most thirst-quenching cup of joy ever . . .

We ask to pray for her, she says only if she can pray for us too. I raise my head and catch her eye and she doesn’t look away. She tells me the Holy Spirit has given her something to say. She takes my hands looks in my eyes and tears well up. She raises her voice and every statement is spoken with authority. “Your feet were chosen by God since your mother’s womb, Wherever you go the Lord is in front of you. Wherever your feet touch, the Lord has been there before for you. The earth is yours. Whatever your feet touch, the Lord has given it to you. Walk in holiness.

My eyes are wide open in surprise as this beautiful woman with a gold cross is clutching me and praying blessing over me. It is being prayed twice over me, in emphatic Spanish and then beautifully-accented English. Doubly blessed. She embraces me and holds me tight, crooning over me in Spanish and swaying back and forth like she is sending me off to sleep. I hug her again as we left and she prayed over me again, “Don’t be afraid, whatever God has called you to do he will train you for.

I am renewed.

P.S. A Beautiful Disaster for Kindle is only $2.99 right now. Go get it!

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Tammy Perlmutter writes about unabridged life, fragmented faith, and investing in the mess. She is founder and curator of The Mudroom and co-founder of Deeply Rooted., a biannual worship and teaching gathering for women. Tammy is a member of Redbud Writers Guild; writing blog posts, personal essays, flash memoir, poetry, and even preaching sometimes. She's an urban beekeeper and lives in an intentional Christian community in Chicago with her husband, Mike, and daughter, Phoenix.
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  • I’ve been longing for someone to write words like this, like yours, to remind us of this cup of suffering when so many voices seem to pretty-up our faith too much. And the blessing the woman prayed…..sacred beauty. I’m so glad I read this Tammy and thankful you risked yourself, drank from the cup so we might be filled.

    • Oh Debby, I am amazed that I am the one to write those words for you. Thank you so much for reading and engaging. It means the world.

  • That last part, the prayer- I’m crying. He see you and loves you so much!

  • Wow, Tammy, so powerful! I was really touched by that prayer of blessing the woman prayed over you. God can meet us in places we never dreamed. I’m so glad your spirit was refreshed. Much love to you!

    • You are right about God meeting us in places we never dreamed AND ways we never imagined.

  • Terri

    Thank you for sharing those moments, they will stay with me as some of the most beautiful I have read. I could see you being held, I could see the beauty of two souls, wow. Wishing you some quiet time to sit with your memories and just breathe.

    • Terri, you say the most encouraging things. I have been getting some time to process, alone and with others. Thank you.

  • Amen to the fellowship of suffering! It is a bitter cup, but there is so much sweetness in the relationships we build with one another and with our God. Thank you for sharing these powerful words, Tammy. Exactly what I needed to read today.

    • This is a high compliment, indeed, especially knowing your own struggle with suffering and loss. You have been a blessing to many.

  • I loved Marlena’s book – and this post is reaching me in the aftermath of learning that two our our church’s missionaries to Jamaica have been murdered — no apparent motive. Your words remind me that God does not operate in the realm of “no apparent motive.” Our suffering in this world is not for nothing.

    • Michele, I’m so sorry about your missionaries. Have you heard anything more about them?

  • Joanne Peterson

    I have no words. This is pure Truth, and pure Spirit.

  • Chantel Adams

    I just love this so much. What a privilege to share Guatemala with you! When the blessing was prayed over your feet, I felt so much excitement for you. Can’t wait to read about all the new adventures you’ll take as God leads you in the coming years. Hopefully, our paths will cross again. Hugs!

    • Thank you for sharing that experiencing with me!! It’s somehow more real that people witnessed it too. Thanks for reading.

  • Friend, what a beautiful and heartfelt tribute to that trip, to our Lord and savior, to the testimony of what happened in that living room. It was an honor to walk alongside you for a week. I hope we meet again someday!

    • Thank you, Ashlee, that is very kind of you to say. I hope so too!!

  • “We are not just called to drink the cup. We are called to drinking the cup, not just once, but over and over, together, in communion.” Tammy, I am so glad you got this experience, hard as it may have been. I am praying for rest and continued renewal for you and that you’ll never lose the taste you got there – of suffering of the people, of Christ, of the sacrifice that it is and how worth it it is. Love your words and you, friend!

    • Thank you for your prayers, Nicole! Especially for the one about not losing my taste. I need that one. I love you too!

  • Alia_Joy

    This is truth. We drink the cup again and again and some days it doesn’t go down easy. Some days we want to spit it out and turn away. But our lips close around the suffering when we choose to taste God in all His goodness. We take the cup and are made new. This is the body broken for us, this is Jesus’ blood spilled. That we would know. Love your words here Tammy. What a beautiful reminder for the hurting days.

    • So true, Alia. Thank you for this profound comment. It almost reads like a blog post in the works. *wink*

  • Your blessing from the Guatemalan woman. I had a similar experience with a Dallas man named Tony in a soup kitchen in 1997. Mankind is so connected. I look forward to reading more as you process friend.

  • Wendi Kaiser

    Thank you!

  • Stephanie Thompson

    Beautiful Tammy. I love stories about Christian community in the midst of different narratives. Your words remind us that we are all part of the bigger narrative-the one that connects us to the same Redeemer. I would have loved to meet Henri Nouwen.

    • Thanks, Stephanie! I live in intentional Christian community. I have so many narratives:)

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