In the book of Job he asks, “God, why is this happening to me?” So God speaks. Out of the thunder he speaks. For all of us who would put ditto marks under Job’s question and sign our names to it, he speaks.
For the father who holds a rose taken off his son’s coffin. For the wife who holds the flag taken off her husband’s casket. For the couple with the barren womb and the fervent prayers. For any person who has tried to see God through shattered glass, he speaks. For those of us who have dared to say, “If God is God, then…,” God speaks.
He speaks out of the storm and into the storm, for that is where Job is, and that is where God is best heard.
