Waar is God as ons seer het, as dit lyk of die wêreld om ons uitmekaar val?
Kind word deur kapers tot sy dood gesleep, vliegtuie val, oorloë, klein kindertjies sterf in frats ongelukke, mense word uit hul huise gesit en met net die klere op hul rug uitgeban vir hul geloof, ander word gekruisig en gemartel, terwyl `n pa van kanker sterf en siekte mense hier naby en oor die wêreld bang maak. Ek voel soms soos Philip Yancey: "I feel helpless around people in great pain. Helpless, and also guilty. I stand beside them, watching facial features contort and listening to the sighs and moans, deeply aware of the huge gulf between us. I cannot penetrate their suffering, I can only watch. Whatever I attempt to say seems weak and stiff, as if I`d memorized the lines for a school play."
