I know I have blogged about the book "Divine Nobodies" by Jim Palmer before, but I was sharing a story with the adult Sunday school class this morning ('favorite' would not be the right word to describe it - maybe the most 'impactful' story in the book) and want to share part of it again. I couldn't make it through this paragraph without tears (p. 144):
"Somewhere over the Atlantic, forty thousand feet above the earth, these nice thoughts about God gave way to disturbing images I wish I could forget from my trip. Now the question, where was God today? tortured me. Today a ten-year-old girl is being strapped down tight to a bed and brutally and repeatedly raped. God is present. Today an eight-year-old emaciated boy is covered with a cardboard box and left to die. Slowly he slips into unconsciousness. God is present. Today a young mom of three wails in bed as her skeletal body writhes with the unrelenting agony of AIDS. God is present. Still, I grew angry. Why was God pushing these horrors in my face? I was emotionally spent and wanted to go home to my world. God could have that world; that was his deal, he's God; I didn't live in that world.
Or did I?"
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