Unfair Quinn G. Caldwell I want to see my indictment in writing. Anyones welcome to read my defense; Ill write it on a poster and carry it around town. Im prepared to account for every move Ive made. - Job 31:36-37 How could this be happening? she said. It was a good question. She ate right, exercised regularly, did triathlons, in fact. Never smoked, hardly drank, always applied sunscreen—you know the type. And you know where this is going. How could this be happening to me? she said when the doctor told her about the gnarly leukemia that was eating her alive. Like Job, she wanted a clear cause-and-effect for the terrible thing happening to her. If only she could pinpoint the thing that shed eaten, inhaled, failed to do or apply to her skin that had caused this, it would all make sense. But the down and dirty truth is that it doesnt make sense; it almost never does. Its not fair; it almost never is. Theres no known cause and effect; there almost never will be. Theres only this: the church member who went with her last week to pick out a wig. The guy from two pews up whos been mowing her lawn for a few weeks now. The Sunday school teacher who said with a set jaw that she was going to keep showing up on the front porch with different foods until they found something that tasted good. A room full of people lifting her name up to God every Sunday—and every day in between—no matter what, who will not ever let her go. Prayer When it all falls apart, when its all so unfair, when it just makes no sense at all, thank you, God, for the church. Amen.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 19:49:00 +0000
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