Enough of all the vain attempts to find a God who is good all the time. Lue-Yee prefers to keep both feet on the ground:
Look at the Psalms and tell me they’re all positive and encouraging. . . . Psalm 137 inhabits the sorrow of losing a city, a homeland, and makes no pretence of things being ok: it doesn’t say, ‘Still shall I say that YHWH keeps nice sentiments about me.’ No, it laments full-bloodedly what has been lost.
The Psalms are an honest-to-God book of prayers:
When things are wrong, we can simply say so. When we see death, we don’t have to do this stupid ‘for the greater good’ method of sweeping things under the rug, even when we do trust that God works for good what men intend for evil. I hate ‘the greater good’. Forget cheap theodicies and cry out to God, and then come back and talk about God’s love and justice, because nice sentiments, even benevolent sentiments, don’t cut it. Ever. Whyever else did Christ have to become a man?