Hard to say how that works in practice but I've heard the greatest source of disillusionment is.... illusions. (duh). Losing our only son (24) to cancer recently (5/28/08) caused me to question the value of many things I thought were precious and/or important. "You wouldn't know a diamond if you held it in your hand - The things you think are precious I just can't understand" - Thank Donald Fagen/Michael Becker for that great line (Reeling in the Years)
What doesn't change in value is the hope we have in Jesus Christ - its hard to argue with the experiential reality of suffering, death, resurrection - as opposed to some merely metaphysical constructs. I always said I never liked to ask my staff to do anything I wouldn't do, particularly dangerous or boring things - God has done that in spades through Jesus Christ. Oddly, He both suffered, and lost a Son (nice to be the mystery of 3 in 1 to make that all work)
We were given a wonderful book called "When Life Takes What Matters" by Susan Lenzkes - normally I cringe when I think about giving someone who is grieving a book - but this one was a blessing indeed. As she so potently observed, the question I need to be wrestling with now is not WHY did Jon die (you'll notice Job never got that WHY question answered either - at least not in his earthly life) but rather HOW is God glorified in this - how will this be redeemed to His glory'?
Asking 'why?' ultimately has to lead to despair - and eventually a questioning of God's goodness, purpose, love and even His competence. Asking 'how will this fall out to God's glory and my good?' - contains hope, faith and the exhortation to have the courage to wait for something that will be observable - when is not made clear, but there is still that hope.
In John 11:4 Jesus says "... This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby..."; Martha more or less openly rebukes Jesus for not being there to save her brother Lazarus, then enters into a challenging religious dialog about the future resurrection - yet though she brought up the same accusation, Mary fell at his feet and wept. Both saw the hope of the resurrection as a 'type' in Lazarus - on that day I'd have rather been in Mary's state of mind - but I'm more often like Martha (or the Samaritan woman at the well). Oh, and of course what no one ever mentions - Lazarus did eventually die - old age, or sickness, or something - but he surely must have died or we'd probably have some glorious mention of it preserved - like for Enoch and Elijah.
Losing our son like this hurts like nothing I've ever experienced before - kidney stones included (they have excellent meds for that pain) - so how exactly does one do this 'well' (or at all), and look with hope to God's glory in it all? Granted we've gotten foretastes - brief images of things we could not have imagined; its a mighty hard road right now and those brief insights are like those little shiny markers on a dark and unfamiliar road.
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