“Oh, God,” he whispered, “How can
this be? After all she and I have been through, after all our fights,
after all our years together . . . How can You let it come to this?”
He waited for a response.
Nothing to break the silence except the
softening hum of the engine as he eased off the gas, decelerating
behind a tanker he was rapidly approaching. He sniffed hard and wiped
his nose with his sleeve.
“Why now? Why can't it be me? Why does
it have to be her? Why does it have to be anyone? You're all
powerful, can't You save her?”
He'd never been a praying man, but the
worst-case scenarios always brought him to prayerful interrogation of
God, sometimes to His knees. He never once heard a response. But as
long as He believed in a God that was infinitely powerful to
intervene, he had someone to blame.
“God? Are you there? Just let me . . .
Let me hear Your voice, just this once. Please . . . I need You more
than ever right now.”
The downshift and sequential rev of the
engine was nearly deafening inside the stuffy cabin as he sped around the
tractor.
“God, if You're all powerful and
omniscient, then You can see her. Why won't you save her life?”
The grid of buildings grew visibly
closer through the hazy evening sky, distorted by wet eyes. Many of
the towers had already begun to glow, the tallest ones emitting a
rotating beam of light from their peaks. They caught his attention
momentarily. He'd soon be inside one of them, by his wife's bedside.
Can't see the forest for the trees,
he thought.
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