Grief is a right response to a world where children die. We want to hide the grieving away, to preserve our privileged view of security. We try to cover our vulnerability and the inevitability that suffering will come to us all.  We want to pretend that the world isn’t writhing in agony, but the grieving remind us this world is not how it should be. 

But in this grief, we come face to face with the God who weeps – the Man of Sorrows, the One who has endured the agony we face from the beginning of time. I wonder how, and why, often in an accusatory fashion, with a little heat behind my words, and yet still in other moments,  with simply sorrow and confusion.  How can He bear the summation of this world’s sorrow? And why does He allow His sorrow and ours to continue when He is the One who decides when it ends?

Why don’t You end this?

I don’t hear an answer. But I know He weeps.