4.11- It’s Saturday. I’m crying, but tomorrow will be better.

4.11-

It’s Saturday. I’m crying, but tomorrow will be better.

I’m crying because the mother of a beautiful five year old died of a brain tumor. She was a fighter and a beautiful Christian wife and mother and had hundreds of people begging God, our healer to heal her. Still Miranda Self died.

It’s Saturday. I’m crying, but tomorrow will be better.

I’m crying because the most powerful Christian wordsmith I have read in a long time died. She was a wife and mother also. She was busy changing an unchangeable 2020 old movement and doing so successfully. Still Rachel Held Evans died.

It’s Saturday. I’m crying, but tomorrow will be better.
I’m crying because an outstanding Christian daughter, friend and school teacher who loved God and her students died. My niece was strong and healthy and a month later she was dead. In a country with excellent medical resources with a full life of service to her students, her church and her family.
  Still Gena Wishard died.

It’s Saturday. I’m crying, but tomorrow will be better.

Where was God the healer? Where was our God who sees and cares? Where is He when we need Him to rescue us? Don’t tell me His ways are higher than our ways. I have heard preachers say that before.

The silence tells me He is where He was when Jesus cried out, “My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?”

It’s Saturday. I’m crying, but tomorrow will be better.
Larry Wishard
4.11.20

Matthew 27.
⁴⁵ Now from the ^[u]sixth hour darkness ^[v]fell upon all the land until the ^[w]ninth hour. ⁴⁶ About the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”