There is this about a story: when we get caught up in a story, we don’t know how it is going to end. Nor do we know who else is going to be part of the story. … Noting in a skillfully told story is predictable. But also, nothing is without meaning—every detail, every word, every name, every action is part of the story. … That means we can’t know the details of how it will look, who will in it, or how it will end. The only thing we know for sure is that it is the story of Jesus bring retold with us being the ones listening, responding, following, believing, obeying—or not.
[Psychology] clarified what I was not: I was not primarily dealing with people as problems. I was a pastor calling them to worship God. … but congregation is not defined by its collective problems. Congregation is a company of people who are defined by their creation in the image of God, living souls, whether they know it or not. … But their work [counseling] is not my work. … And my work is not to fix people. It is to lead people in the worship of God and to lead them in living a holy life. … I will find ways to pray with and for people and teach them to pray, usually quietly and often subversively when they don’t know I am doing it. But I’m not going to wait to be asked. I am a pastor.
Eugene H. Peterson, The Pastor: A Memoir, 118; 136-7,142
I am a Christian theologian. People assume that I am supposed to be able to answer that question. I have no idea how to answer that question. If anything, what I have learned over the years as a Christian theologian is that none of us should try to answer such questions. Our humanity demands that we ask them, but if we are wise we should then remain silent. .... Such "answer" cannot help but turn Christianity into an explanation. For me, learning to be a Christian has meant learning to live without answers. Indeed, to learn to live in this way is what makes being a Christian so wonderful. Faith is but a name for learning how to go on without knowing the answers. That is to put the matter too simply, but at least such a claim might suggest why I find that being a Christian makes life so damned interesting.
And the poem Rev Dr Somerville quoted by Rossiter Raymond:
We give them back to Thee, dear Lord, who gavest them to us; yet as Thou dost not lose them in giving, so we have not lost them by their return. Not as the world giveth, givest Thou, O Lover of Souls. What Thou gavest, Thou takest not away, for what is Thine is ours always if we are Thine. And Life is eternal and Love is immortal, and death is only an horizon, and an horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.