Where Did God Go?: Some Thoughts on Hurricane Harvey
by Sharon Tjaden-Glass
I grew up believing that God was in the good and pure and holy and clean things.
And that I would spend my life trying to keep myself good and pure and holy and clean. And by doing that, I would remain close to God.
Because in all of those moments when I thought I was good and pure and holy and clean, I was actually self-righteous. Self-serving. Self-important. Distant. Cold. Judgmental.
Perhaps intellectually, I felt that I was close to God.
Not until those Desperate Moments did I ever really feel God’s presence.
Not until Fire and Separation and Cancer and Death and Pain and Uncertainty.
In those moments, my cold, assured heart broke open.
And I could no longer keep myself good and pure and holy and clean.
I was ungrateful and messy and blasphemous and so, so full of doubt.
I was everything that would separate me from the Love of God.
But then, didn’t I say that I believed that nothing could separate me from the Love of God?
Did I really believe that?
No. I did not. Not anymore.
Because Tragedy had come. And nothing could be any good anymore.
(Has Tragedy ever come for you? Can you imagine it?)
But here is the double-sided nature of God:
The more broken that we are, the more likely we are to be touched by God’s sacred presence.
Because in our brokenness, we finally have room for God.
When we have lost all the Things that Keep Us Together, we finally reach out our empty hands
and really Receive.
God’s Peace and Grace to all of you who are facing so much pain and loss and uncertainty because of Hurricane Harvey.
You are not Forgotten.
You are Loved.