I know it must be hard for the ministers, priests and pastors in Boston right now. Trying to explain the unexplainable. The inexcusable. The unfathomable. To the hurting. To those afraid and angry.
One day, awhile back, I was driving one of our pregnant moms to the doctor. She was miscarrying. What to say? I was stumped, I prayed and the only thing I could think of to say was, “this sucks.” I went five years to Bible College, had been in the ministry for over 20 years and that was it? And yet, it was the perfect thing to say to her.
Life is hard. And when our hearts are overwhelmed and there are no words, God says come. Just come. Say whatever you want, however your want. He understands. He has promised healing for hurts, and hope for hopelessness.
I know this because He has done this for me, and for the mom crying out to Him in my van that day.