You’re looking for explanations
I don’t even understand
If you need someone to blame
Throw a rock in the air
You’ll hit someone guilty
U2 – Dirty Day
There are absolutely times when it borders on dishonesty to try to pretend that you don’t want to throw a punch at God, to make him see that you’re really not happy with how things are going down here. To show some solidarity. Make him feel it.
Last Sunday a close friend’s mother died, from complications after undergoing chemotherapy. She’d barely been sick a month, and it was all nice and manageable and then suddenly it was over. These things aren’t supposed to happen. News reports have been centred around a 16 year old kid who was killed in a fight at a school. All reports indicate that the kid who was killed wasn’t even involved in the original fight, but got enveloped in the ensuing brawl.
In amongst all this, I’ve just started reading John Shore’s blog, and he’s dealing with the news that his wife has cancer. Below is an excerpt of his conversation with God on the issue, but have a read of the whole thing.
Me: I don’t expect to be exempt from the ravages of death and its ugly cousins.
God: I know you don’t.
Me: But dang, man.
God: I know.
Me: Yeah, you know everything. That’s great for you. Meanwhile, all I know is that my wife might have cancer. If that’s part of any freakin’ plan of yours, count me out. Skip me. I’ll pass.
God: I can’t do that.
Me: I know. I know. I know.
Words fail. Platitudes fail worse. The vast majority of my theology fails. Bah!