One more, final question came from the audience on my last night in Newtown, and it was the one I most did not want to hear: "Will God protect my child?"
I stayed silent for what seemed like minutes. More than anything I wanted to answer with authority, "Yes! Of course God will protect you. Let me read you some promises from the Bible." I knew, though, that behind me on the same platform twenty-six candles were flickering in memory of victims, proof that we have no immunity from the effects of a broken planet. My mind raced back to Japan, where I heard from parents who had lost their children to a tsunami in a middle school, and forward to that very morning when I heard from parents who had lost theirs to a shooter in an elementary school. At last I said, "No, I'm sorry, I can't promise that." None of us is exempt. We all die, some old, some tragically young. God provides support and solidarity, yes, but not protection-at least not the kind of protection we desperately long for. On this cursed planet, even God suffered the loss of a Son.
I stayed silent for what seemed like minutes. More than anything I wanted to answer with authority, "Yes! Of course God will protect you. Let me read you some promises from the Bible." I knew, though, that behind me on the same platform twenty-six candles were flickering in memory of victims, proof that we have no immunity from the effects of a broken planet. My mind raced back to Japan, where I heard from parents who had lost their children to a tsunami in a middle school, and forward to that very morning when I heard from parents who had lost theirs to a shooter in an elementary school. At last I said, "No, I'm sorry, I can't promise that." None of us is exempt. We all die, some old, some tragically young. God provides support and solidarity, yes, but not protection-at least not the kind of protection we desperately long for. On this cursed planet, even God suffered the loss of a Son.
( Philip Yancey )
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