Why does God allow good people to suffer?
My dear friend’s son was an all-star, starting athlete in high school football, basketball and baseball with outstanding academics to match when a car accident on an ordinary Wednesday in October left him clinging to life for months. God miraculously spared him but the trajectory of his life forever changed that day.
Another young mom friend lost her baby at 39 weeks. Her pregnancy had been textbook until that week when she stopped feeling little kicks and wiggles. Days later, dressed in somber shades of gray and black, we stood around the tiniest casket I’d ever seen. When she got pregnant again, we exhaled relief. Until the 39th week, when she stopped feeling little kicks and wiggles. The unthinkable had happened again and we stood around another tiny casket, brought more casseroles, helplessly unable to fix such tragedy.
Businesses collapse, careers are sidelined, spouses walk out, diagnoses are delivered, those we desperately love die too soon.
And reeling with the unexpected ashes of what we thought life would look like we ask, why does God allow good people to suffer?
And more to the point: God, why are you letting me suffer?