If there is anyone in the world who knows about undeserved pain and inexplicable suffering, it is Glenn.
Glenn was a normal, healthy middle-aged man until a couple of years ago, when his feet began sending pain signals to his brain for no reason at all. The result, despite long months filled with surgeries and medication, is that Glenn frequently must use a wheelchair and have a constant flow of pain relievers.
A couple of weeks ago, Glenn hobbled up the steps at the front of a church auditorium, relying heavily on a cane, placed a piece of paper on the podium and began to read this prayer during the memorial service for a 7-year-old boy. I post it with his permission and the permission of Liam’s parents.
For Liam – January 28, 2012
Lord, you have always been our dwelling place;
before the mountains were formed
or the first stars danced with light,
from everlasting to everlasting,
you have been our God.
But Lord, it wasn’t supposed to end like this,
gathering to sing a few songs, tell stories,
and share memories of a little boy,
his smile, his art, and his love
for his mom and dad and sister.
So I hope you do not expect us to act
as if nothing has happened,
as if we are not disappointed with you.
How can we help but say,
“If only you had been here Liam
would not have died?”
How are we to get over the death of a child?
At least you got to see your son grow up.
No, everything is not okay. Not with us – or you,
not now, maybe not ever. Continue reading