Through this walk of life we often come upon questions we cannot answer.
Most of the time it is about why someone became sick or why are some lives cut short.
I have asked that very question myself, especially in the light of the sudden passing of sixteen year-old Josh Wilder and nine year-old Makayla Woodard in recent months.
People have been trying to answer that question for thousands of years and even with all of the advancements of society we cannot fully comprehend a legitimate reason.
Sure, we may know how it happened: the dynamics of what may have caused an accident or what type of illness someone may have.
What we cannot truly understand is why that particular person, especially if they are close to us.
I have only my own experiences to use as a guide for how I believe, or how I see, these unanswered questions.
In some instances I have seen people grow closer to God through such experiences, and in others the experience has pushed them away from God.
If you are honest with yourself and have not had such an experience, I would not be so judgmental on those that feel God has let them down.
Everyone reacts to such situations differently.
I remember well the day my mother’s brother, Uncle Herman, was in a wreck that would make him a quadriplegic.
It was a real bad time for our family.
I prayed a lot during those early days after his accident. He was a strong influence in my early life and I loved him as my uncle.
For me it was the first time I had ever really asked that question, “Why?”
I never received an answer to that, by the way, and will never understand why such a vibrant and energetic man would spend the remainder of his life in a wheel chair.
But I’ll tell you what I did learn: Uncle Herman made the best of what life had thrown at him and with the help of a loving wife and family he somehow survived.
More than even his willingness to survive, he held no remorse towards the person who had put him in the wheelchair.
He was not a bitter man over what had happened to him and I don’t know that I could have been so forgiving.
The reason he was that way is because he truly believed that this was not the end, but the path to something beyond this world.
He believed in God before his accident and although his faith was certainty tried, he continued to believe in God, and that is how he survived 15 years beyond what the doctors had said would be his life span.
One day I plan to see Uncle Herman again and I know he will be there to welcome me.
That is the one thing along with family and good friends that helps us through such trying times.