Soldier’s Plea

A young man was angry at the very God he denied. He was torn and weary; too many days in the desert sand. There was too much blood, shed by human hand; and for what?

A civil war in a foreign place where the innocent often died. One oppressor defeats another; a people cursed by evil hands. Violence, oppression, a war-torn landscape, a desolate land; and for what?

The soldier’s heart ached for home, he was troubled, hurt and broken inside. The torment of war, fear, sweat, and emptiness proved far too large a demand. His broken spirit was crushing, more than any human could stand, and for what?

He survived the bloodshed where comrades perished. “Where were you God?” he cried. Where were you when my brothers died in that cursed foreign land? A place where too much blood was shed by evil human hands; and for what?

God’s Reply

Faithless man, who are you that you should cry out to me in anger? Was I the reason innocents died? Where was I when innocent blood was shed? Where was I, you demand? Where was I when your brothers died in that cursed evil land?

I wept with you and mourned for those who died. I stood with you always at your side. You cry out and ask “for what?”  There is only one answer to this senseless plea. The only peace you will ever know will come when you fully lean on me.