People wonder where God is when horrific events happen. When there are bombs or shootings. When there are murders and kidnappings. When there are hurricanes and floods. When there is starvation and sickness. When there are accidents and diagnoses.
I wonder, too.
“But please, please—won’t you—can’t you give me something that will cure Mother?” Up till then he had been looking at the Lion’s great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion’s eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory’s own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself. ~from the Magician’s Nephew by C. S. Lewis
Truth is, what hurts you hurts God even more. He created perfection. He called it good. He rested, because in perfection, true rest was possible. Rest from toil, worry, concern, and stress.
When life goes wrong, He isn’t just sad because it’s wrong, He’s sad because wrong wasn’t even supposed to be a possibility. He saw a past when all was right and sees a future when it will be all right again. Until then, we live in the hard middle.
When hearts break, bank accounts are empty, families mourn, and babies stop crying because they have learned no one is coming, He is not absent. He is there. He is active. And His tears are the biggest of all.
