Some questions are just so difficult to answer or to comprehend, especially when they are asked by children. Last week I was speaking with a high school girl who is trying to make sense out of her parent’s very bitter divorce. Even though the marriage had turned sour and there was much fighting in the home, she did not want her parents to get divorced. I asked her if she prayed about it and she told me that she prayed for them every single day. I asked her how she felt about God since obviously, the divorce happened. She said that she wasn’t angry with God, but she would have liked different results.
She went on to tell me that as a result of the divorce and a forced move, she was now more involved with clubs in her new school (big brothers and sisters being one of them), she said that she can now talk about the failed marriage – a year ago she couldn’t, and she told me that she sees that both parents were responsible and that she truly believes that she wasn’t (I especially hope that is true because I know how many children blame themselves), she is now able to cry – couldn’t do that for a long time (and I am a firm believer that tears are healing), and she is able to see that there are some blessings that have come out of it. I could still see her pain, however, as she told the story.
One of the things that I truly weep over is the suffering of children, physical, mental and spiritual. It is so difficult for me to understand why these little ones must be in such pain. My consolation comes because of promises made. With all of my heart I believe that heaven must be so wonderful (wish I had a better word to describe it) that all of this suffering melts away. Our pain must simply be miniscule when compared with the joys of eternity. How else would our Loving God permit this? This consolation must reside in our hearts because the words fail.
I pray for children who suffer, I pray for all of us who suffer, and I hold on to the hope that there will be a day when all of the tears that God stores in a vessel will be changed into tears of joy that will rain down cleansing baptismal waters upon all of us.