I Can’t Either
Last Sunday, there was a natural gas explosion which killed 7 people at a resort a few kilometres from the one we were staying at in Mexico. Two of the victims were from Mexico, five were from Canada. Among the dead was a nine year-old boy and two people who had been married to their spouses for only a matter of days. In the midst of the manufactured paradises of Mexico, the tragedy, chaos, and pain of life rears its ugly and terribly familiar head. Once again, the illusion of a morally-ordered universe is laid bare. While my friends and I were thanking God for the gifts of friendship, leisure, and natural beauty, lives were being ripped apart just down the beach.
On the flight home and several times over the course of this week, I have reread these words from Miroslav Volf in an essay called “I Protest Therefore I Believe” in Against the Tide:
Why did the omnipotent and loving One not do something about the tsunami [earthquake, hurricane, mining disaster, natural gas explosion, insert tragedy here…] before it struck? I don’t know. If I knew, I could justify God. But I can’t. That’s why I am still disturbed by the God to whom I am so immensely attracted and who won’t let go of me.