16 September 2008

why, God, why?

What do we say to someone who asks, "If there is a God, why is there so much suffering?", someone who is suffering, bombarded with challenges and tragedies, someone who cries, "Enough is enough! I can't take it any more"?

What do we offer beyond our hands to hold, ears to listen, shoulders to lean on?

Why are these things happening to these people?

Why do we even wonder why? What is the point of asking why?

I don't have the answers. So I just keep believing in God, my God, and keep on offering my hands to hold, ears to listen, and shoulders to lean on. Because there is nothing more I can do; this is all that I can do.

I am one small person, and I do what one small person can do. Nothing more. But nothing less.

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