I’ve been stuck on God’s silence lately. Why does He not seem to respond sometimes? Why does He not seem to hear? Why do some prayers go so long unanswered? Why the waiting?
I know the answers about perfect timing and perfect plans, but sometimes the right answers aren’t what we really want.
And as I’ve read the first few chapters of Matthew and Luke during the last couple of Advent seasons, the end of Matthew 2 sounds different to my heart.
Then when Herod saw that he had been tricked by the magi, he became very enraged, and sent and slew all the male children who were in Bethlehem and all its vicinity, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had determined from the magi. Then what had been spoken through Jeremiah the prophet was fulfilled: “A voice was heard in Ramah, Weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; And she refused to be comforted, Because they were no more.” (Matthew 2:16-18)
I read those verses for a decade with a kind of distant sympathy. But with a one- and now a two-year-old son trying to climb in my lap while I read — or pushing a truck around the floor while I watch that scene — something swells inside of me and I wonder how many women they killed that night too. Because they’d have to kill me first. Continue Reading…