Where Was God?

A friend of mine wrote to me after the horrific tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School. “Where was God?!” he asked.

I suspect lots of people have been asking that hard question as violence around the globe has sky rocketed in recent years.

I made a stab at an answer but I don’t think he was satisfied with it. How could he be? I wasn’t satisfied myself.

Another friend and I sat at lunch just after her husband was sent off to jail for 10 years. She asked pretty much the same question. I made a stab once again: “God is with you. God weeps with you. God will never leave you.” It sounded nice and pious but it didn’t help much on that afternoon of deep grief and anger.

“But why didn’t God DO something!?” she cried.

Ah! There’s the rub!

Anyone who asks that question is in good company. It’s an age old struggle, articulated powerfully throughout the Psalms.

Hear their cries:

My God, my God! Why have you forsaken me?! I am poured out like water, my heart is like wax…

I cry by day, but you do not answer; I cry by night, but find no rest…

Why do you hold back your hand; why do you keep your hand in your pocket [bosom]?

Rise up, O LORD; O God, lift up your hand; do not forget the oppressed!

Psalms 22, 74, 10
The Problem of Theodicy

We call this theodicy: the dilemma we experience when we claim that God is all-powerful, all-knowing and all-loving, but then also have to acknowledge that evil and suffering also exist within this world.

Is God really powerful?

Is God really loving?

Then why doesn’t God DO something?!

These unanswerable questions have challenged the faith of countless people over the ages.

I pray I will never judge another’s grief and presume to tell them how they should navigate such sorrow and suffering.

I pray I will never be guilty of mouthing facile platitudes and spouting easy answers to someone who is in the midst of unspeakable pain.

Where was God during the Exile?

Our story of Israel has taken us into Exile, into Babylon. Jerusalem is demolished, the Temple is laid waste, the people slaughtered or marched in chains across the Fertile Crescent.

Where is God? they surely asked.

Yes, maybe we did do this to ourselves on one level. But still – what about God’s faithfulness. What about God’s promises? What about the covenant?

Psalm 137 is gut wrenching:

By the rivers of Babylon—there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion.

On the willows there we hung up our harps. How could we sing the LORD’S song in a foreign land?

O daughter Babylon, you devastator!

Happy shall they be who pay you back what you have done to us!

Happy shall they be who take YOUR little ones and dash THEM against the rocks!

Might this be a psalm for the Sandy Hook parents? For the survivors of the Holocaust? For the grandmothers of Syria?

So who am I to tell someone they shouldn’t feel such anger or rage or revenge?

People feel what they feel.

Feelings are neither right nor wrong because they come from our deepest, most honest places. Our emotions must be expressed – even in all their raw honesty – or else they will turn into poison and eat us alive.

Or else they will turn into a lasting woundedness that will keep on wounding everyone around us.

The Faithfulness of Complaint

Asking hard questions of God, arguing with God, even shaking a fist at God are not acts of faithLESSness, rather this kind of honest struggle is an expression of deep living faith.

  • the faithfulness of the psalmists
  • the faithfulness of Job
  • the faithfulness of Jesus.
My God, why have YOU forsaken me?!

Where was God when Jesus was nailed upon that cross?

There have been numerous attempts to answer this question throughout Christian history. There have been numerous theologies and Christologies that have tried to make sense and make meaning.

But please know these are various attempts, theories, possibilities for understanding, efforts to make sense, because there is no one way to think about the meaning of the cross. There is no one explanation that is the “right” answer.

None of us knows; we all do the best we can to answer the unanswerable question:

Where was God? Why didn’t God do something?

Here is part of my own effort to make meaning:

Jesus the Christ IS God doing something.
  • It was in the Christ that God entered into human suffering.
  • It was in the Christ that God experienced our pain and our confusion and the dilemmas of our faith.
  • It was in the Christ that the Eternal God tasted forsakenness and death.

Christ IS what God has done.

“It was God in Christ – reconciling the world to himself,” Paul explains in 2 Corinthians 5:19.

I’m thinking “where is God” is not the right question anyway.

I’m thinking the better question is: “where are we?

Isaiah calls God’s people to seek justice, rescue the oppressed, defend the orphan, plead for the widow: so – where are we in that holy work?

  • When God’s children are used and abused: where are we?
  • When God’s beloved are sick or lonely or afraid: where are we?
  • When God’s lost ones are angry and hurting and confused: where are we?

As people of the Christ, are we willing to enter into the suffering of others, to hear their cries and kiss their tears?

As the community of Christ, the hands and feet of Christ, are we willing to touch the untouchables and bless the children and walk right into the messy middle of the pain of the world?

It’s hard. Oh so hard. It will break your heart.

But it will answer the question: Where is God?

Here we are.

I watched an interview with a woman named Jean Estes whose infant grandson, Thomas, died. Jean is wise and gentle; she wept through much of the conversation but she was determined to share some of the lessons she has learned with the rest of us.

She tells the story of how little Thomas’ two grandmothers were given the job of shopping for funeral clothes. As they stood in the children’s shop crying, the shopkeeper realized what was happening. She went to the back, brought out the perfect outfit for little Thomas and said: “May I just give this to you? May I give you a hug? May I say I’m sorry.”

“I saw God in that,” the grieving grandmother said.

God showed up in lots of ways, Jean says.

But it was our job – if our suffering was going to be productive – we had to be willing to look for it.

God was everywhere.

Some very good people wanted to reach down and help me out of my hole. But what I wanted – what I needed – was for someone to climb down into my hole with me.

And that’s what I found in my faith community…Our community of faith held our hope for us. We weren’t required to be hopeful in the midst of great suffering.

Our community said to us: May we hold your hope for you? That’s a huge opportunity for people: for us to hold hope for someone else

Where is God? Right here – if we are willing.

If we are willing to move out of our comfort zones; willing to get our hands dirty and our hearts broken; willing to touch the untouchables and welcome the despised; willing to enter into pain and suffering; willing to love with reckless abandon.

Here we are; send us.

Living in The Story readings for Week 36


Jeremiah 1-4

Isaiah 1-12

Psalm 138

Psalm 139

Psalm 141

John 18-19


Street artist Mark Panzarino prepares a memorial as he writes the names of the Sandy Hook Elementary School victims during the six-month anniversary of the massacre, at Union Square in New York, June 14, 2013. REUTERS/Eduardo Munoz

Author: Charlotte Vaughan Coyle

Charlotte lives and blogs in Paris TX. She is ordained within the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) and developed Living in The Story while doing doctoral work at Brite Divinity School in Ft. Worth. Charlotte also blogs about intersections of faith, politics, and culture at CharlotteVaughanCoyle.com.