Saturday, 5 July 2014

A Child Asks: "What Kind of God Lets Innocent Children Suffer?"


I visited a youngster recently who has suffered greatly, and whom one can't help but love. She has heart. Through everything. My heart aches for, and with, her. She told me she cried and cried because so many, many children are suffering and they don't deserve it - and ... therefore she doesn't believe in God. What kind of a God, she asks, would let innocent children suffer?

Isn't that the question? What kind of God? I'm not going to try to answer as a theological treatise. I'm going to simply sit with it - or is it let the question sit in me? God - whoever God is - God doesn't need us to defend her - or him - or ??? 

Our response is simply to love in the ways we are able - and called to - to speak rather than keep silence about historical abuse in the church. To reach out to people who come into our lives who need love and to know someone cares about them. To offer a word or a book or a hug - or to send funds through the Primate's Fund as partners with people around the world suffering the effects of poverty, war, displacement, grief, ebola virus, AIDS... one tiny action added to others' tiny actions ... 

The courage of one youngster who is bright, artistic, a poet lights my path and gives me courage - this spunky one who has kept going and who needs our prayers - and who touches my heart along with so many others ... Her road is our road ... We walk our own roads and we walk roads together ... one step at a time ... sometimes crawling ... 

We must not keep silent - even when our voices were taken from us. Or - and - we must speak for those who were silenced through abuse, death, or ... for any other reason... 





One way we can act:


http://pwrdf.org/2014/fred-says-some-like-it-hot/

Check out FRED Says at the PWRDF website. Some like it hot refers to the school food programme we began in our diocese - Apeti pou aprann - Appetite for Learning

This is Rosemary - a Mum in the Leogane mountains of Haïti (near the epi-centre of the earthquake) who, with other Mums, walks several hours each day to prepare a nourishing lunch for hundreds of children, cleans up and walks several hours home. Every day. We help this happen.

We can DO something.


... and then there are hugs... our arms are God's arms in our world.










Recognize that feeling? I wonder if everyone doesn't feel that way sometimes? Little child hiding inside even the strongest of us. Let's listen to what is really being said... 

1 comment:

  1. As usual Ros you come across with awesome, people common sense, Simple but profound.. Thank you for your words... ...

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