This week marked the one year anniversary of the untimely and unexpected death of a close friend of ours, Terri. Because it was the same date on the calendar, the various thoughts and emotions were a little closer to the surface than the week before.
As I remembered, I wept. As I read the facebook posts written by her 15-year-old son, I grieved. My heart broke for the family and the emptiness that is left after such a loss.
I understand that the relationship between life and death is necessary and valuable, at least for the time being. I can articulate various reasons and rationale for the cycle of life. I know that God doesn’t give people cancer or heart attacks and that He isn’t absent in the times of loss and pain.
What I can’t explain is the hurt. There is no intellectual, theological or philosophical perspective that can make things better. The hurt is real and no amount of logic, reasoning or belief will resolve its ache.
The God we look to for answers doesn’t always meet us with explanations but He is a God of comfort. He won’t fix things in the ways that we want them fixed but that doesn’t mean that He won’t meet us in our sorrow.
There is no greater honor than to weep with those that weep. There is no greater worship than to love a God who could have changed things but, for whatever reason, didn’t.