Luther is one of the kindest, most positive, generous men I've ever met. His son died. Now he's terminally ill. I think, why doesn't this happen to someone who "deserves" awful things? But I know it doesn't work like that. Life is random.
I tend to think people like me - who are not devout or committed to faith - turn to faith in times like this. As if I'm going to find some answers. Some comfort. Someone to "talk" to in the middle of the night. I don't think God sits in a heavenly armchair, an elusive therapist, listening to my questions, concerns.
God always gives us more than we can bear <---- click this
Lots to think about.
At the moment, on a rare Saturday off, it's time to do laundry, clean the living room and think about God.