On Sunday a man sits in his place at his church, places his offering in the plate and bows his head to pray as others do the same. He stands and sings, “Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.”
On Monday this same man is called to the office of his supervisor where he is told he is no longer “a good fit” for the position he holds.
On Tuesday a woman is told she has a “suspicious-looking” area on her mammogram and is told to make a second appointment for a follow-up test.
On Wednesday a couple rushes to the emergency room because their teenager has been in an accident where “alcohol was involved.”
On Thursday a husband of thirty years tells his wife that he wants a divorce because he does not love her — in fact, he says he has been living a lie for quite some time.
On Friday a mother picks up the dozen roses she always orders on the second day of July, and she lovingly takes them to the cemetery where her daughter rests after succumbing to leukemia at the age of forty-four . . . sixteen years ago . . . when her own granddaughter was only three months old.
So, where is God on Monday . . . or Tuesday . . . or any of those other days when the breath is knocked out, the rug is pulled out from under, the “other shoe” finally drops . . . or the familiar tears spring forth one more time?
He is there . . . the same place He was on Sunday . . . because . . .
. . . as Jesus said . . . “The kingdom of God is within you.”
And He is closer than breath, whispering . . .
“I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.