When hard things come, we all become like the disciples in John 9 when they see a man born blind, we look for answers to the question "Why?" We like things to have specific causes not general ones. The disciples asked who sinned and ventured guesses of either his parents or the man himself. Too many Christians think exactly like this, something is wrong there must be blame to affix. If I can figure out why something isn't what is should be in someone else's life then I don't have to think any more about it and my world doesn't have to make room for it and I can give myself a pass on stepping into the situation in any way.
When stuff happens in my own life that hurts, it is much harder for me to deal with it. I can plead my own case and know that the answers aren't as simple as they appear to outsiders. I have to think about it all the time and the answer to the why question no longer really matters, I just want to fix it, or better yet, I want God to fix it.
How much time do you think the man born blind had given to the question why? Strangely, he seemed okay with the premise that it had happened simply so that God could display His work on this day, forty years later. How long does our own pain have to last before we can say okay to that answer?
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