I hate waiting. Don’t we all? In my time as an ER nurse I’ve spent thousands of hours amid the languishing throngs of the waiting room. There are few places quite as miserable as an ER waiting room. On busy nights the wait times stretch to hours as people pack together with their misery. Moaning,
It’s the question that has plagued believers and served as ammunition for skeptics. Why does God allow suffering? How can a good God look down on the pain, despair, and misery that is the lot of so many, and let it be? I’ve been thinking about this recently, but the question in my mind took
Normal: the usual, average, expected, or typical state or condition It’s hard to believe that only 7 days ago my kids were still in school and we could still go out to eat. Suddenly things are moving from expected to uncertain, from average to unprecedented, from usual to strange, with no firm date on when
Once upon a time I used to be certain. Man, certainty feels great. It feels firm and righteous. But then, unexpectedly, all these questions showed up and tackled me by the knees. They took me down hard and punched holes in all of my comfortable assurances. Questioning. It’s hard work questioning all of your core
