That was the question the parishioner raised, at first as a general question and then more specifically about my situation. It wasn’t a question expressing doubt but rather wondering what God was up to. I don’t think he was expecting any particular answer.
It’s a reasonable question to ask. Why would God allow something like this to happen? He has called me to ministry, and I am (or was, until a week ago) less than a year away from graduating seminary. Why now, with our first grandchild recently born and the second on the way? How will we cope with the loss of my income? How on earth does this make sense in God’s plan?
But I have something to reply with. In fact I expect answers to “where is God in all this?” will be a recurring theme over the coming months.
God is bringing my husband and me closer together as we learn to rely on each other in new ways.
God was with me in the MRI machine, making it possible for me to pray – coherently and relaxed – for 20 minutes even though I couldn’t think coherently (or will myself to relax) while in there.
God shows His love in all the people who pray, who ask if they can help, who offer to bring dinner, or clean house, or cover for me at work, who help me cope, who make me laugh… God is in His people.
If and when I do become a pastor I will be a better pastor for having lived through this.
I hear God’s wisdom in what Olympic gold medalist Gabby Douglas said the other night: “Hard days are the best because they’re how champions are made.” I trust God is still in the business of making champions out of ordinary people.
Stay tuned… there’s more to come…