“Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.” (Psalms 139:12)
When tragedy strikes, when infirmities set in, when a moment of crisis lingers, stringing successive crisis moments into hours and days and nights of more of the same, what set of emotions and thought processes do we default to?
- Why us?
- Why this?
- Why now?
- Why doesn't God make it better?
Why do we spend so much time asking, "why"?


