Good morning…
Reading the obituary of a boy my daughter’s age is sobering. A junior at a nearby high school, his list of accolades are long and life-affirming. A three sport athlete. A well respected Eagle scout. A young man with a heart for the underprivileged in our community. An active member of a local church, a special place where many of my friends attend. How does one lay a teenager to rest with so much positive potential? “How, God, how?”
This morning at 10:00 am the unimaginable will be take place. I pray for the minister who will give an inspired message to a church filled with grieving loved ones, pleading, “Why, God, why?” I pray for this well-loved family, brokenhearted beyond belief, begging, “When, God, when will our eyes ever stop their weeping?” I pray for all of the youngsters who miss their good friend so tremendously, struggling, “Where, God, where is there strength to carry on?”
With every “How?”
every “Why?”
every “When?”
every “Where?” we continue an important conversation with the invisible God whose expansive arms embrace this teenager and his family, this minister and these friends.
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?” Psalm 42:1-3 (NIV).
And I answer with all sincerity: “God is right here, holding all of us.”
Sue
