Many Christian works, or at least those in that genre known as “Christian Fiction,” are happy. Not necessarily comedies in the technical sense, but stories where good happens to good people and bad happens to bad people, and everything is great at the end, hooray! There is much to be said for this kind of work. After all, it is popular, and who can really disagree with what the populous finds enjoyable? (You’re having fun wrong, stop it!)
Some have that heresy so well-called the Health and Wealth doctrine, where anything bad that happens is simply a obstacle, whence, having unconditionally trusted in God, the obstacle is immediately removed and fortune restored. I have yet to see such a work where an obstacle remains permanently as a cross for a faithful character to bear until death. Such a work, dare say, might become a tragedy.
And yet there are so few good tragedies in Christian literature, which would at first seem natural to a religion of hope. After all, Dante’s masterpiece is called the Divine Comedy. When I was younger, having my personal tastes tend to the dark, I disliked most Christian fiction for its very lack of tragedy. But I believe now that the entire emotional palette is stronger, sweet or sour, in the Christian world.
But first, what of non-Christian tragedies?