Please, dear God?

Today I got hit in the face with perspective. It happens to all of us from time to time. Most of the stuff we tend to fuss over loses all importance with the arrival of very sad news. The 9 year old daughter of a family friend is in the final stages of advanced brain cancer. Doctors have told the family to hurry if they want to take one last trip to Disneyland.

I have known this child for several years. Her mother and our daughter are very close friends. She has been one of our grandson’s favorite playmates. She is a vibrant, spunky, beautiful young lady who has fought valiantly through surgeries, radiation and chemo therapy. And, although this news is not altogether unexpected, it still hits one right in the face when the doctors say the time is rapidly approaching. We are crying with them and praying for them.

I must say I absolutely hate it that such heartache and suffering exists. I join with all who wonder why it has to be so. But there are no satisfactory answers. Sure, I know all the platitudes and verses we recite on such occasions. They don’t solve the mysteries of suffering and mortality. To the grieving parent facing unspeakable loss they can sound flippant, sterile and almost insulting. God’s goodness is hard to get a handle on when a strikingly beautiful young girl is succumbing to vision destroying, balance robbing, head distorting brain cancer right in front of you.

I can’t explain God. I can’t fix any of this. I am at a loss for words. But I care. I feel it deeply. My heart breaks with theirs. I try to keep hope from flickering out. And, I remember that when we lost our son years ago comfort gradually displaced our mourning. Somehow, the pain and tears ran their course and gave way to the realization that it would be ok. We would laugh again. We got through it then, and they will get through their sorrow in the coming days. May that be what God whispers to them through the hugs and love of so many who will go with them through this hard time. Please, dear God?

Stimulated?

So, we’re going to get an economic stimulus one of these days. Washington has decided that we haven’t been spending enough of our money so they are going to rebate us some of our money in the hopes that we’ll all blow it and thereby stimulate the economy. I admit that when it comes to economics I rode the little bus. But, there is something quite irritating about the notion that Washington, which took my money against my will in the first place, is now going to hand some back to me. Thank you very much.

Does this strike anyone as an admission on Washington’s part that it is detrimental to the economy when it takes our money from us? Wouldn’t it have been easier and more cost effective to leave it with us in the first place? Now Washington has to go to the expense of printing and mailing out all those checks.

Since they already have our money, why doesn’t Washington save the extra expense and just go to Wal-Mart and spend it if they need to stimulate the economy? Or, since the domestic auto makers are struggling, why doesn’t Washington negotiate a bulk purchase discount of new automobiles and pass them out to us like Oprah did for her studio audience? Or, better still, I think Washington should lease Augusta National, Pebble Beach, Kilauea Country Club and Bay Hill for an entire season and give us all complementary rounds of golf with full access to the clubhouse and spa. I know that would stimulate me.

Well, anyway, I’ll be glad to get the check when it comes. I sure hope it gets here in time to pay my taxes.