Been thinking much since I viewed the film, The Day My God Died, on Saturday evening. What a powerful reminder of the suffering in this world! And still I'm left with the question of, what do I do about it?

"When a man really gives up trying to make something out of himself - a saint, or a converted sinner, or a churchman (a so-called clerical somebody), a righteous or unrighteous man... when in the fullness of tasks, questions, success or ill-hap, experiences and perplexities, a man throws himself into the arms of God.. then he wakes with Christ in Gethsemane. That is faith, that is metanoia and it is thus that he becomes a man and Christian. How can a man wax arrogant if in a this-sided life he shares the suffering of God?" - Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1945)