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--HELEN HUNT JACKSON.
There will always be mysteries in sorrow. Men will always wonder what
it means. It is impossible for us, with our earthly limitations, to
understand it. Even the strongest Christian faith will have its
questions, and many of its questions will have to remain unanswered
until the horizon of life is widened, and its dim light becomes full
and clear in heaven. Meanwhile, however, some of these questions may
be at least partially answered, and grief's poignancy in some slight
measure alleviated. And surely no smallest gleam of comfort should be
withheld from the world that needs comfort so sorely, and cries out so
hungrily for it.
Human hearts are the same everywhere. Sorrow's experiences, while
strangely diverse, are yet alike in their general features. Wherever
we listen to the suppressed voices of grief, we hear the same
questions. What has been answer to one, will therefore be answer to
thousands more. Recently, in one day, two letters came to me from
sorrowing ones, with questions. Whether any comfort was given in the
private answers or not, it may be that the mere stating of the
questions, with a few sentences concerning each, may be helpful to
others who are carrying like burdens.
One of these letters is from a Christian man whose only son has been
led into sinful courses, swiftly descending to the saddest depths.
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