In the Face of Tragedy
Jul 14, 2009
Meanwhile, where is God? This is one of the most disquieting symptoms. When you are happy, so happy that you have no sense of needing Him, so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon you as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be — or so it feels — welcomed with open arms. But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside. After that, silence.
- C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Perhaps God grieves as we do. Inconsolable, helpless, heart shredded without hope of repair, the future a yawning chasm of despair.
I don't have words to comfort the loss of a child. Maybe He doesn't either.
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And that is exactly how it feels.