Why, God? Answering Life's Most Difficult Question
As I wrestle with God about the sufferings in my own life, I’ve learned three things about why.
As people helpers we sit across from the faint of heart. Men and women who struggle with a crisis of faith and ask us for the answers to their most perilous question: “Why would God allow this to happen?” “If God truly loves me why would He take my dad?” “My house?” “My job?” “If He truly cares, why? Why, God?
It’s the age-old question. Job asked it. A lot.
Jesus asked it just before breathing His last breathe on the cross; “My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?” (Mark 15:34)
When we find ourselves stuck in the gap between the way we think life ought to be and the way it really is, it’s easy to doubt God’s presence in our lives. He feels distant. We feel alone. Even Jesus felt forsaken. In the Greek text, the word forsaken literally means that Jesus felt abandoned by His Father, yet He called out to Him in His pain. We do the same. We question God’s purpose. His plan. Even His character.
So do our clients. And it is our job—not to provide an answer, God forbid we be so presumptuous—but to sit and walk with them in the midst of the terror and confusion of their questions. It is our job to help them go deeper and farther into God—into the One who knows what to reveal to them—than they have ever gone before.
Since Me-maw died more than two years ago, I’ve been called on as a counselor, crisis responder, and friend, to help hurting people answer the “why” in their lives. As I wrestle with God about the sufferings in my own life, I’ve learned three things about why.
I Cannot Fake It.One of the biggest challenges I faced in my time with Me-maw in her last days was her understanding of suffering. Her ability to put her well-being in Someone else she could trust and who she thought had her best interest challenged my own faith. Although she was the one suffering, I was questioning, “Do I really trust God is looking out for me?”
Too many of us walk around with a pseudo faith—faith a mile wide and an inch deep. We live in denial and maintain a false intimacy with God. We say He is there for us. And to some degree we believe He’s looking out for us, as long as all is well. But when we hit a crisis, our religious behaviors and super-spiritual clichés are not enough to get us through the fire.
As I lay beside Me-maw crying the weekend before she died, she looked at me with one message: Do not sorrow as those who have no hope. Instead, she said, “Be joyful.” I knew in that moment she was further along in her understanding of how God works in the midst of suffering than I was. For the sake of the person God calls me to help—I am now challenged to settle this question in my own heart.