A co-worker shared an interesting outlook with me today. A way of looking at things that I thot worth remembering and sharing.
The story he shared has as it’s background, the death of one of his young boys friends; this child died when a tree accidentally fell on him.
My co-worker was sharing how his wife continues to think about this young boys death, how this “act of God” took this youngsters life.
My co-worker disagreed with the way his wife looked at the situation.
“The tree falling and killing the boy was not an act of God, it was just one of those things that happens in life,” he said and then continued his thot, “the act of God was the way that everyone came to this family’s side after he was killed.”
The idea he was trying to express that the “act of God” that he saw in the midst of this tragedy was the response from friends and family who walked the journey with the family in their grief.
I had never thot of tragedy in this way before. I have never thot about how the outpouring of love during (and following) a loss, a tragedy, a hardship is the real “act of God” in the lives of the people experiencing the event/situation first-hand.
In an age where love is growing cold, I felt his attitude about this was significant. It has given me something to think about.