I really didn’t like the feeling I felt on Sunday morning when Rachel called. She was in tears, obviously in pain, and I, her father...who until this point was able to hold her, hug her, and make things better when she was crying and/or in pain...was a million, zillion miles away and unable to help her! (OK, it’s actually only 240 miles, but it may as well have been a million, zillion miles.)
I am grateful for Rachel’s friend who was willing to drive her to the hospital and stay with her. I’m grateful we have health insurance. I’m grateful she was only at the ER for a couple of hours. I’m grateful it was, apparently, only a pretty bad sprain.
But I was so far away! I could not help; I could not dry her tears; I could not offer substantial comfort...all I could do is tell her its going to be OK, now find someone to take you to the ER.
As I reflect on my feelings this past Sunday, I couldn’t help but think that some people see God as like me this past Sunday. One of His children is hurting and he’s a million, zillion miles away and not able to help at all.
And as that thought crossed my mind, so did Paul’s speech to the Areopagus in Athens. In Acts 17:27, Paul says, “...though he (God) is not far from each one of us.”
When we are hurting, when tears are streaming from our eyes, when the people who love us are too far away to hug us, when we can’t seem to find a nearby friend to help us through...HE IS NOT FAR FROM EACH ONE OF US.
God is not bound by time or space. He is everywhere all the time. He is not a “million, zillion” miles away (or even 240 miles): He is right beside us all the time. His words of comfort are as close as our Bible. When we need to talk to Him, we need only pray.
And for that, this past Saturday night and Sunday morning (and always) I am most grateful!