I can’t even wrap my head around the tragic news of Steven Curtis Chapman’s little daughter being run over by a car driven by his teenaged son. Even more so, this is the second situation like this I’ve heard about this week in our area. I had heard Sunday about the friend of a friend’s son backing over his young son with the same horrifying result.
A contrast to these stories, I went to the funeral home last night for my next door neighbor’s mother…a precious, 90 year old saint who lived with them for a time and I had the priviledge to get to know a little. I always got a kick out of Miss Windolene because she made me think of my own sweet little Grandma Collie.
I don’t make it a practice to question God and what He allows to happen. I am of the mind that even though my mortal mind can’t make sense of two preschool aged children, being run over by family members who loved them dearly, I HAVE to believe that He sees the whole picture and somehow, some way He is at work through horrible tragedies like this.
How is that father of little Caleb and the big brother of Maria going to cope for the rest of their lives? Why is it that terrible things like that happen to little children while others, like my neighbors mama, live 90 full years on this planet? There’s no answer or explanation that would make sense to a mortal mind.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD. 9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9
I guess this is the problem some people have with the whole God thing. I can understand that. We like to think of God as this Big Dude in the Sky and if He really loves us, wouldn’t make bad things happen. I don’t feel like He makes the bad things happen. I think He allows them for various reasons. Sometimes those reasons are obvious and sometimes they aren’t.
I’ve had my share of loss and crosses to bear that have not seemed just or fair. (Still do) I could sit here on my earthly soapbox and try to figure out the whys and whats of everything, but if I did that, I’d be a bigger nutcase than I already am. For me to get through everyday, I HAVE to believe that this ain’t all there is. I mean, heck, there’s just some things I’ve experienced that I’m not going to have answers for until I get to Glow-ry. I can tear my hair out and whatever other forms of self-destruction I can find to bring me momentary comfort, but, those sorts of things just don’t work.
The junk I’ve gone through and still go through…it’s like that old Andrae Crouch song says…”If I never had a problem, I wouldn’t know that God could solve it and wouldn’t know what strength in His Word can do.”
I know the Chapman’s are clinging to that this morning as they cope with losing their little girl. Keep them in your prayers.