My God is Called Upon

Nearly three weeks ago a catastrophic earthquake wrecked a country. The number of casualties is estimated in the hundreds of thousands. In little more than 30 seconds, the lives of so many were gone, leaving behind giant holes that were once filled with spouses, friends, brothers, sisters, children, parents…it is an emptiness I do not know and can only anticipate. For months, years really, my family and friends have watched one of our most beloved suffer with a cancer that seems unstoppable. A disease that has had catastrophic effects on every cell and fiber and bone that was once so alive. Every day, many times a day, I kneel at the throne of God pleading my case, begging for mercy, asking for a bit longer. Today I find myself in that same posture, but wrestling with my ask. How can I, with the backdrop of such grand loss, selfishly plead for the life of one? How can my quiet petition compete with the desperate cries of a mother who cannot find her child amid rumble that was once a school?

We both call out to the same God. We both believe our God is in control.

A city, a nation, a globe moans the darkness of such crisis. And yet, here in my heart, I am making room for sadness, for unanswered questions, for a quieter pain. My God is called Comforter, both grand and intimate. My God is called El Shaddai, sufficient for a nation and a person. My God is called Jehovah-Rophe, healer to all who are sick. My God is called Jehovah-Shalom, a perfect peace in any circumstance, a wholeness.

And so…My God is called upon! He is called upon because He is God who searches for one lost coin, one runaway lamb and one son who has gone astray. And He is God that lifted up and protected a chosen people. Because He is my God, who can hear the prayers of a nation at the same time that He hears mine.