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Edited on Sat Feb-05-05 09:14 PM by Cuban_Liberal
I went to a funeral this afternoon for a son's friend who was killed in Iraq last week, and it saddened me so much that I think my heart may break. Like a recurrent nightmare, I sat there in my pew and watched Duane and Amber suffering the same agony and heartbreak that I watched my own sister and brother-in-law go through just last summer; at the cemetery, I watched Duane hold Amber as 'Taps' blew on the warm air, and later as a Marine handed her the folded flag with the words "On behalf of a grateful nation.".
Don't get me wrong here--- I'm not having a 'crisis of faith', not per se; no, what I'm feeling is more of a 'What was the point?'. I want to know, and I want to believe that God has some purpose that I simply don't understand yet, but... I cannot fathom what it must be. I know that not a sparrow falls that He does not see, so it's not a matter of God not knowing or not caring, but I just want to know why...
Sorry for rambling, but I just needed to get this off my chest.
:hug:
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