To lose life, but that was not the end of that year from hell. Oh no. Life was lost in different way, again. Divorce.
And all the other horrible words you can think of for such an act where people no longer are married and live under the same roof.
But this story is not about that story, only the effects of that story. That, coupled with death, makes for an interesting combination.
The human mind can only take so much tragedy, yet in the face of extreme tragedies, more resilience than we knew we had surfaces.
Surface it did, along with questions. Questions about life, about living, about dying, about the breaking point of relationships. It was then that the ultimate question came about in the mind of one so young.. the ultimate wondering.
Is there more to God than this?
There has to be more to God than this…
No longer cut and dry, no longer scripted faith, no longer easy answers. The world of black and white and white and black had a big grey lump dropped in the middle of it.
If you were to ask that question to yourself, what response would you give? Is there more to God than what you are seeking right now? Is there more to God than what you are being given by the institution that represents His name?
I return to C.S. Lewis, because so often someone else’s words are so much better than my own; he speaks in the Screwtape letters, of a person praying to God. The demons laugh amongst themselves, saying ‘Oh how much more powerful the prayers of Christians, if they would only pray to the God we know, that big huge powerful, frightening presence, instead of a spot on the wall, or some vague painting in their minds..” To pray to God as He knows himself to be, not as we perceive him to be.
At this turning point, the institution the young mind found itself in no longer served what God seemed to be screaming out in words as silent as a rainstorm.