05/26/2022
I have been thinking this all day long but I just didn’t want to be shouting into the void and adding to the plethora of noise on this day. But Aarti Sequeira] heard the cry of my heart. Because her heart was crying the same mournful tune. 💔Posted • Aarti Sequeira] Like so many of you, I hugged my girls a little more tightly this morning.
I’ve watched as so many have balked and raged against any response akin to “I’m praying”… and I get it. I know it sounds hollow and trite. And I know that some people say it and don’t mean it. But, for those of us in relationship with God, the creator of all things and author of every story, who else would we turn to for comfort, wisdom and strength in the face of unspeakable tragedy? That said, this morning, as I read story after story, I shook my head, tears streaming down my face: “Why, God? Why would You let that happen?”.
I’m guessing many of us are doing the same thing.
I don’t know what the answers are. I don’t pretend to know. And I’m not inviting them in the comment section. Because I don’t think that’s a good place to start. I know we all want this to end immediately, and so we jump for what we perceive to be the most obvious answer instead of first… stopping. Grieving. Mourning. Holding each other, no matter what we think the answer is or what the other person does. Perhaps before we start dividing ourselves even further, maybe we can hold hands for just one day… in prayer and in unity, that together we *will* figure this out because we can’t do it if we’re at odds with each other. This isn’t a call to do nothing. But it is a call to look each other in the eye, drop the fingers wagging at each other, and instead join hands.
