Why? Why do bad things happen?


We all ask it.

13 years ago today, I heard the words every parent dreads. “Your children are dead. We need to ask you to identify their bodies.” The officer and chaplain in that Emporia, Kansas hospital led me down a seemingly endless hallway to face the impossible. Only by the sheer grace of Almighty God could I even stand uprightly then…and still to this day…as I vividly recall those dreadful moments.

The chaplain later shared some sacred Scripture with me that helped bring comfort. This verse helps address the question we all ask: “Why?”.

“Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time. But no one seems to care or wonder why. No one seems to understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come. For those who follow godly paths will rest in peace when they die”. (Isaiah 57:1-2)

Knowing that “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord” gave me peace beyond measure at the worst of times. My family is safely tucked in God’s Mighty care.

Surrender to God’s will, no matter how difficult the journey. All is well – in His Hands.

There in the hospital room, as grief and tears swallowed me, I placed my hands on a little keyboard that a kindhearted nurse had brought me. I needed to find some way to express my overwhelming grief. This instrumental song I composed there in the Emporia hospital, “Behold, My Family” attempts to scratch the surface. I pray it blesses you.

[KNOW GOD – no regrets] -Robert