The Face of Despair © Megan Snider

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by Megan Snider on June 11th, 2012
Franz Kafka once wrote, “Don’t despair because you despair.” Of course, he wrote it in German—not English. Gerard Way would counter this in a song lyric where he would sing, “What sin is despair?” Both men have admirable arguments. Both men were definitely visited by grief and despair. Despair etched itself all too heavily on their gaunt faces. The more appropriate question is not what to make of despair, but rather, how to handle it.

No matter who you are, you started somewhere, didn’t you? We all have points of origin that feed into whom we are and make us men and women of character. When faced with despair, just as a child would run to its mother, we run to our points of origin—be it through the abysmal march back to a geographical location or an intellectual journey to a fixed point on the ever-expanding plot graph of time.
When massive overload comes, as it surely will, and the smile creeps off your face, when your lips feel numb, and all you can do is fix your eyes into space, you will find that you have gone. You have returned to the place and the time where you were happiest.

Perhaps this time was being a "backseat Baptist" in a small congregation hidden in a maze of cornfields. Perhaps this time was with someone who possessed a bright spirit that tugged you ever closer. Perhaps this time was a fleeting embrace in the dark or just a hand skimmed by the touch of another’s hand. It makes no difference. For you and for me, that place of origin still exists and pulls us in close as the walls mildew and fold around us like an illy shuffled deck of cards.

Despair, to answer both Kafka and Way—as strange bedfellows as they may seem—is certainly no sin. I am most positive that Christ felt despair when he cried out, “Elohim, Elohim, lama sabachthani?” Christian or not, you are familiar with this lamentation. At this time Christ was human, and as a human, He felt what we all feel from time to time—the absence of God. And He despaired.

As life increases, so does wisdom and, as Ecclesiastes tells us, “He that increases knowledge increases sorrow.” A revelation can bring about sorrow, grief, and despair. The acknowledgement of loss, the acceptance of pain, the persistence of suffering, and the inevitable encounter with death all easily the stretch the face into the twisted gaping contours of despair.

To be blunt, and more importantly, to be honest, if you are human, you will despair. As James Joyce aptly noted, “You can still die while the sun is shining.” The question is not when or why you will despair. Rather, they question is what to do with this despair.

As I once wrote rather pathetically to myself, “God gave us burdens. He also gave us shoulders.” Christianity has been quite fond of the idea that we each have our own crosses to bear. This is irrefutable. The cross Christ staggered with becomes the warped and poorly nailed planks of wood that we all too must shoulder up our own personal Golgotha.

If you will read the passages detailing Christ's struggle to Golgotha carefully, you will note that Christ did not weep for himself. Many wailed. Many were distraught and on their knees, yet, from Christ, came no single tear or sign or resistance—only a dogged determination to cross into the final destination. If you truly suffer, you will do so in silence most often. The bravest people are the ones who smile with a gum line of rotten teeth or who gaze into the horizon with blind eyes. They are the ones who have lost yet for some reason keep going.

Let me be clear so that there is no division or confusion among you. There is no sin in despair. And, to be honest, Kafka was often morbidly depressed and only one who has despaired over despair would have the presence of mind to advise others gently not to do so themselves. However, appropriately or inappropriately, the loveless Kafka finally found his reason for living as he approached his own death.

As we place foot in front of foot each day of our lives, we will inevitably be reminded that despair will visit each one of us individually. When you hear the knock upon your door, do not despair— as you already know who is on the other side. Without murmuring, without hesitation, and without self-pity, once again pick your cross back up and resume your march up the hill. You may die while the sun is shining, as Joyce pointed out, but you will die with the sun on your face.
 

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