06/15/2026
The Purpose of Suffering
Congregational United Church of Christ
Romans 5: 1-5
Rev. William R. Wineke, preaching
We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know they are good for us. Romans 5: 3
As we all know – and as none of us truly believe – suffering is good for us.
In his letter to the Christians in Rome St. Paul argues that we “should rejoice” when we run into trials and temptations because, in his translated words, “they are good for us – they help us learn to endure. And endurance develops strength of character in us and character strengthens our confident expectation of salvation.. .”
My guess is that each one of us has, at one point in life or another, responded to that hopeful exhortation by explaining that we have just about enough character building as we can handle and now we would like the suffering to go away.
I don't rejoice in my own suffering and I don't rejoice in your suffering, either.
I have had three very close friends and one parishioner who suffered and died from a “rare” neurological condition called “Progressive Supranuclear Palsy, which strikes people in the prime of their lives and is sometimes called “Parkinson's on Steroids.”
I don't think they rejoiced.
Nor did other friends who died of lung cancer and from leukemia while at the peak of their professions in their late 40s.
And, now, I attend the funerals of men and women my own age who experience years of cancer treatments or years of dementia.
Personally, I have experienced very little suffering in my life and almost all of the suffering I have experienced was due to my own selfish and childish actions.
I'm not sure that “suffering” built character, either.
But, Saturday, in the Washington Post, a read an essay on suffering that really opened my eyes to what Paul is talking about in this morning's scripture.
What opened my eyes wasn't the explanation of suffering. What opened my eyes was the explanation of “salvation.”
The author is a writer named Helen Andrews and her essay was titled “After My Sister died, I Came to Understand What Suffering is For.”
Her sister suffered from a genetic condition that prevented her from learning to speak or, really, communicate much at all. She most likely didn't even recognize the family that sacrificed much of its life for her.
And, when the sister died, Andrews' friends tried to comfort her with the promise that, when they all met again in heaven, the sister would be joyous and complete.
Except, how would you know?
When we think of being reunited with our loved ones in heaven, don't we think of them at their best?
When I think of my own mother, do I think of the 89 year-old woman, suffering in a nursing home, being fed through a tube, crippled with arthritis, as she had been for decades?
No, I don't. I think of someone younger, more vibrant, happier.
For that matter, when I think of me in heaven – which is probably a bit arrogant on my part –I do not think of someone who uses a railing to ascend two steps to the pulpit.
But, Andrews asked, if you never knew the perfect inner person you lost, how would you identify her?
And the answer she came up with – with the help of a Catholic friend – is that you don't.
Because in God's kingdom perfection is that which God created.
“My sister would be the same. The transformation would be in the rest of us.”
“We will accept my sister just as she is. That is the perfection toward which we should strive and toward which our suffering on earth should be oriented.”
Wow!
So much of what we tend to think of as “Christian” isn't really Christian at all. It is Platonic
And by that I mean we have a sense that somewhere, somehow, there is a perfect form of who I am and that when I get to heaven all the impurities that keep me from becoming who God intended will be stripped away and that I will not only be pure in heart but, also, perfect in body.
That, incidentally, is not what Plato would say but it is what most of our descriptions of heaven surely imply.
But, what if that's not so.
What if God created us just the way we are, that God finds worth in us just as we are at this moment?
I get a sense of that when I travel to nursing homes to conduct midweek services. I don't really know the men and women who come to the service. I am often meeting them for the first time and, often, they don't even seem to know I am there.
But, I expect they're important to someone, just the way my mother was important to me as she lay in a nursing home bed, just as my grandmother was important to me when I spent nights with her at Madison General Hospital when she appeared to be in a coma.
Just as they are important to God, who created them and promised to be with them throughout all days.
And what if the real message of Paul's encouragement to the Romans is not that in salvation we escape this world but that, in salvation, we find we can accept this world and accept one another has God's children?
What if we learned to love our neighbor just as he is today, not as what he was yesterday or might be tomorrow?
What if we could do that?
Wouldn't that make each day we are here together part of heaven?
Just a thought.
That is the Good News. Thanks be to God!