Where was God this week?
Where was God on Friday morning about 9:30 a.m. East Coast time? Was He shopping at the mall? Was He in a traffic jam? Was He on vacation? Was He sitting at his desk? Was He just not paying attention? Did He not know that some lunatic with guns was breaking windows to enter into a school and then murdering precious little children?
How dare He not be there. How dare God not keep them safe.
I think this is a normal reaction, whether you are a good, faithful Christian or not.
But here is my answer, I believe God was there. He was in that elementary building with his arms wrapped so tight around all of those innocent children and their loving teachers who fought so hard, many with their lives, to protect His most beloved. He carried their tender souls to Heaven where He had already prepared them a new home.
I know He was there. Then He was with the parents of the children, when they fell to their knees weeping in unspeakable pain. He was there.
I must trust what the Bible teaches me. He was, and is, and always will be there.
One day we will know why this happened. One day He will tell us.
It will not ever heal the way we, as a nation, need to be healed, the way the mommies of those babies desperately need to be healed. Not now anyways.
I keep going back to this one thought. On Saturday morning those mommies woke up and their babies were not tucked safe in their beds, as they very well should have been.
But what gets me through? What makes me not turn against God?
I believe they were in God’s arms in Heaven Saturday morning. And I believe they watched with unspeakable love as their mommies wept. I believe they were holding their mommies as God was holding onto them. And they were once again safe.
See you next week. Until then hold onto your loved ones as God is holding onto you this very moment.