Four years ago today I woke up coughing up blood and generally setting off alarms across the medical community about my ability to survive the day. A trip to the emergency room was followed by an ambulance ride to another hospital (the doctor thought I might not survive the ride) and a long night in intensive care anticipating an improvisational surgery the next day.
If I were in charge of the universe, I would make it such that the life-changing learnings from such events could be had without the crucible of suffering that accompanies them. But, alas, that's not the way the world works.
Maybe the book of Revelation gives us a clue as to why, when it says that standing at the center of the throne of God, the very apex of all power and authority, "is a lamb, looking as if it has been slain".
No one knows suffering more than God.