She sat paralyzed. The news...
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She sat paralyzed. The news had crushed her. Her son was dead. No more, "'Bye, Mom!" "I love you, Mom." "Happy Birthday, Mom." A sudden blowout, the curb, the tree, and the death of her only son.
Too numb to cry, she sat, paralyzed. No words got through to her. She wanted to be alone with her pain. Later, she would empty herself and ask the question, "Why?" And at last it came, as she knew it would. She spoke it aloud, "Where is God now?"
Some of her friends did not answer, allowing her an aloneness with God's Spirit within. Some did not speak but held her hand. Some hugged her, and some said, "There God is, on the cross, with you."
Too numb to cry, she sat, paralyzed. No words got through to her. She wanted to be alone with her pain. Later, she would empty herself and ask the question, "Why?" And at last it came, as she knew it would. She spoke it aloud, "Where is God now?"
Some of her friends did not answer, allowing her an aloneness with God's Spirit within. Some did not speak but held her hand. Some hugged her, and some said, "There God is, on the cross, with you."
