Don't ask, “Why did God let this happen to me?” Rather ask what did God do after it happened?
When Bill had heart failure, which happened like a thunderbolt, what struck me most was the kindness, the unexpected help, the serendipity of events. In the midst of nightmare worry (as when I was warned he could suddenly die in the night), I could feel kindness wrapping us like a blessing.
Life happens by itself randomly, with no animus – after all, the essence of being human is free will. We are preoccupied with the minutiae – until like a bucket of cold water we are brought up short.
As the protagonists, we are focused on the outcome. We have a hotline to God. As Dr. Johnson would say, “It concentrates the mind wonderfully.”
And the minds of our friends. They pray, bring flowers, bake, the outer garb of crisis. They make extraordinary gestures of solidarity. It is as if we are all plugged into one news service. And from that gathering of energy, comes a tone, clear as a bell and unique to each separate crisis. Our energy combines in a wave we could call prayer. As friends we are attuned – and things fall into place: offers of help, small kindnesses. We call it serendipity, but I think it is the voice of God.