As I was driving home from work today, I heard a book review on NPR. A Jewish man (I assume) named Rosenblatt has written a book called Making Toast. Seems his daughter, a young doctor - married with 3 small children - was running on her treadmill at home and died from a very rare heart problem.
The mom and dad moved in with the son-in-law to help take care of the kids and have been there ever since. This is the dad/grandfather's memoir of his daughter and his journey of grief.
I found it extremely sad as he spoke about his belief in a god who set us spinning and then stepped back and actually cares nothing about us. A god who would say I did the best I could but I couldn't really do anything to prevent your daughter's death. That echo's the sentiments of a book called When Bad Things Happen to Good People by another Jewish author.
What kind of god is that impotent? Maybe it makes him feel better to think god is impotent that to think about God who is all powerful and certainly could have done something but didn't. His statements of unfairness are repeated often by those who don't know the living God, the one true God, Creator of heaven and earth. The God who loves us so much that His Son died a cruel death that we might be free to live an abundant life.
That does not mean we don't grieve or hurt or question or get angry but it does mean that we do not grieve as those that have no hope. In listening to this man that is what I felt - he has no hope. His eternity for her is believing her spirit is nearby. It's so very, very sad.
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