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01/14/2010

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Shelby

This is beautiful, Maggie. Thank you for posting it. One of the most tragic things I've ever been close to happened while I was in college. Two students were kidnapped from their off-campus house and were killed. I was good friends with the brother of one of the victims. It was 4 or 5 days before the bodies were found, brutally murdered. I can't remember whether it was my friend (the one whose brother was murdered) or a priest at school who said that God doesn't cause tragedies, but that He allows them to happen so that He can bring a greater good out of them. It may be simplistic, but it's helped me not to despair in the face of completely senseless tragedies. You're absolutely right, He is there.

Lindsay

I struggle with the whole horrific things happening to good people thing. I don't have any semblance of an answer for people when they say God is so horrible for letting these things happen.

When my own life goes haywire I get angry at God, (but don't doubt Him). Even though my own versions of horrific things happening in my life has always lead to something better (obvs there is a difference between run of the mill life problems and the devastation that happened in Haiti), I struggle with the why of why is this happening?

Jessica

Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't get mad at God.... but I don't.
I guess I'm just more in the "there is a reason for this that is bigger than me" camp. Even if there is just one person whose life is changed for the better because of the tragedy, maybe that was the reason it happened.

Who knows. It's always sad, of course. But it never makes me angry toward God or even question Him.

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