On this post, which is the poem I wrote about the toddler who was beat to death, I received the following comment:

God said:
That kid didn't pray enough.

This is my response:

God,

I'm truly humbled that you, in your infinitely busy day, took the time to become Logos on my blog! I never thought I'd witness a theophany before my death. I've truly been blessed. My sandals are off as I enter into this holy comment box.

I must say, however, that like Job questioning you after learning of the death of his children, I too question you--why you would let something so horrendous happen to an innocent child! After all, aren't you all-seeing and all-powerful? Couldn't you have stayed this man's hand?

Job's friends accused him similarly: he must have sinned. He didn't pray enough, so to speak. But that wasn't true! Job _knew_ he'd committed no sin big enough to warrant your injuries, God. So Job, in his sackcloth and ashes, called out to you. WHY? WHY GOD? WHY?

Your answer was very impressive in form, but not very satisfying in content. Though you appeared as a storm and reminded Job that you were the one that framed the Earth, you completely ignored the question! Instead of answering WHY you answered WHO!

You kind of did the same thing to Jesus when he was hanging on the cross. "WHY have you forsaken me?" he cried. Your answer was to shake the Earth and block out the sun. There too, you appeared as a storm. There too, you answered WHO instead of WHY.

Maybe you're trying to tell us something. Maybe you're trying to tell us that there is no answer to the WHY, at least not an answer we could comprehend. Maybe you're trying to tell us that what matters is the WHO. Who are you God? A storm. The framer of the Earth. Jealous. Angry. Merciful. Good. Love.

Sincerely,
Bryan