God ... ?

May God ... ?

You wept at the grave of Lazarus, your friend; comfort us in our sorrow.

When there is nothing we can do but weep, when even prayer seems vacant, Adonai the Lord also is weeping, his heart broken. To suffer the death of a cherished and beloved child is more than anyone should have to bear in this life, more than a parent, more than a family, more than a community, more than a nation, more than God himself should have to bear. And that a human being would murder children makes one ashamed even to be human; better never to have been born, never to have been. Why are we? This is the divine image? Why are we? 

Why are we? 

Who and what and where is God, and why are we?

You wept at the grave of Lazarus, your friend; comfort us in our sorrow.

May God receive into his loving arms the Connecticut children and others who died Friday, December 14. May God’s loving spirit be somehow present in those whose devastation is inconsolable but for whom life goes on without them. May God ...

You wept at the grave of Lazarus, your friend; comfort us in our sorrow.

Wept. Weeping. May God ... ?

God help us. God ... God?

God ... ?

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