Our conversation was broader than the abject poverty she witnesses in her travels to Nepal and included the recent hurricanes that devastated parts of Texas, Florida and all of Puerto Rica as well as other islands in the Caribbean. It held her grief over the death of a dear friend’s stillborn baby. I added the earthquake in Mexico and the shooting in Las Vegas to the pile of suffering.
And we
wondered….if Jesus, God with us, intervened then
on behalf of the people he walked among, why
does God not intervene now?
Pain etched on the
faces of those who lost.
Grief
shatters the countenance of mothers whose babies were crushed in fallen
buildings.
Hopelessness reflected in the eyes of women
and children without resources.
Men with
shoulders slumped under the weight of heartache.
Our souls
assaulted with the constant fighting between nations and within nations,
between people and within the hearts of people. And all the innocent ones
caught in the middle.
In our
anguish we bellow…..Why??? And find no solace.
Am I asking
the wrong questions?
What if I
ask these questions?
Who are you,
God? Who are you to me?
What are you
doing, God? What can I do to alleviate suffering from my place in the world?
Where are
God’s fingerprints in the world, in my life?
When will
God’s kingdom come? When will peace trump my need for understanding?
How is God
speaking in these circumstances? How is God speaking through me?
Perhaps if I
hold these questions in my heart and listen for God, I will say like Job of
old, “My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you.”
Perhaps……..