Loss
February 14, 2012
On this wet dreary winter day, not so unlike another wet dreary day halfway across the world 5 years ago, I am pressed hard under the “Why?” of loss. Why a precious, young, whole-life-ahead-of-her mother, and friend in Addis Ababa? Why today, in Mississippi, a wise, faithful saint/professor/husband/father/friend?
I can’t answer this question. I cringe away from platitudes, cliches. It is so far beyond my understanding, my ability to comprehend the whys and wherefores of an all-knowing God working in a broken, pain-and-loss-filled world.
It makes me long, anew, for the “on earth as it is in heaven”. Because THIS is not how it was meant to be.
