Maybe I’m Asking the Wrong Question
Sometimes catastrophes like the cyclone in Myanmar remind me of the tower in Siloam.
Instead of asking “Why this happens to people?” maybe a better question is “Why didn’t it happen to me?”
What are some ways to react to this cyclone disaster?
Maybe things like this happen as a reminder for me to be thankful… and to weep with those who weep… and to remember who is in control… and as a merciful warning to be repentant… and to Momento Mori.
