When I was a child, my young cousin Jamie was killed in a car accident with his mother. I must have been fairly young as I don't remember grieving as much as being confused.
I do remember however my family grieving which in turn created fear in me.
When tragedy strikes us in such a way, the first question to form on our lips is the question: why?
In the book of Job we see the same pattern exhibited. Job's ten children are dead, his wealth is destroyed, and Job lies naked, covered with boils, desperately distraught, and cries, "why?".
In Job's case, his despair is so deep, he wonders why God even brought him to see the light of day.
- Why did I not die at birth?
- Why did the knees receive me?
- Why the breasts, that I should nurse?
- Why was I not hidden as a stillborn child?
- Why is light given to him who is in misery?
- Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden,
whom God has hedged in?
When these most terrible times come upon us, it seems our first intuition is to question why. But then, does this not suppose someone might be able to answer the question? Are not these questions, at the end of the day, presumed upon God? Certainly mortal man is not disposed to answer the question.
When the atheist happens upon such circumstances, does he question why? If so, who does he imagine might answer him?
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