In the wake of tragedies such as the shooting yesterday in Sandy Hook, Connecticut, people will ask the inevitable question:
Where was God? The answer is that he is the same place he has always been: on his throne. Objections will be raised: God could have, should have, or…
Some will conclude there is no God. Some will conclude that he is powerless to act. Neither is true.
But the fact is that now is not the time for theological speculation.
Now is the time grieve, to be present with the bereft, to offer not a word, but arms.
As the Bible says: “Weep with those that weep…”
In time, healing will come (though life will never be the same). But right now, parents of surviving children are having conversations they should not need to have. Yet other parents are standing in the doorways of empty bedrooms wishing for one more night of:
“I can’t sleep.”
“Read me a story.”
But the silence is deafening, a roaring in their ears, and in their hearts. Because these parents will never again hear those things, and are instead standing in the doorways of empty bedrooms contemplating funerals.
Those parents deserve our respect–and our silence. Now is not the time to push agendas–political, theological, or otherwise. Now is the time to weep, to be Christ’s hands and feet.
It is a time pray, to reflect, and hold our loved ones all the closer. For as John Donne said: “Do not sent to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.”
The less of this, or any tragedy, is that life–not even young life–is not guaranteed.
But it is a gift. A gift which must be mourned when it is lost. Telling to me is that, before raising Lazarus, Jesus wept.
And if he wept, knowing what was to shortly come, how much more us?
Someday death will be swallowed up in final victory. Someday the faith shall be made sight.
But today is not that day.
Today we grieve. We grieve, and we remember.
God give us the grace to someday, somehow, heal.