10/23/2024
When someone asks, “How are we supposed to love God if He allows all these terrible things to happen—poverty, violence, wars, natural disasters, loss? Why do bad things happen to good people?”—they’re not just asking about God. They’re asking about the nature of suffering, the depth of pain, and where we fit into all of it. And let me tell you, this is one of the hardest and most vulnerable conversations we can have.
It’s helpful to start by acknowledging the pain and uncertainty in the question. These aren’t just intellectual puzzles—they’re deeply personal, often coming from places of loss, heartbreak, and the kind of hurt that shakes us to our core. When we experience tragedy or witness injustice, we challenge everything we think we know about fairness, safety, and goodness. It feels like the ground falls out from beneath us, and we start asking, “Why?” And maybe, “Where’s God in all of this?”
Here’s what I know, when people are hurting, what they need most is not a neat answer or a tidy explanation.
They need connection.
They need empathy.
They need to be seen and heard in their pain.
So when someone asks this kind of question, the most important thing we can do is sit with them in that discomfort, acknowledge the pain behind the question, and resist the temptation to offer easy answers.
Now, when it comes to the question of why bad things happen, here’s what I believe: life is hard and filled with uncertainty. Pain and suffering are inevitable parts of the human experience.
No magic formula or belief system will protect us from that.
Whether or not you believe in God, suffering is part of the deal.
But what we do with that suffering—how we respond to it and show up for one another in it—is where faith, courage, and love come in.
For some people, the existence of suffering feels like proof that God doesn’t exist, or if He does, He’s not worthy of love.
I get that.
It’s hard to reconcile the idea of a loving God with a world where bad things happen.
But for others, including myself, it’s precisely in the midst of that suffering that we find the deepest sense of connection to something greater than ourselves.
It’s where we find hope, resilience, and the capacity for love—even when everything else seems to be falling apart.
When we talk about God and suffering, we have to move beyond the idea of God as some kind of cosmic vending machine—where if we’re good enough, faithful enough, or say the right prayers, we get what we want. If we don’t, then God must not care.
That’s not how life works, and I don’t believe that’s how God works either.
God isn’t a force that controls everything, handing out blessings or punishments based on some moral scorecard.
Instead, I believe God is present in the midst of our pain, not as someone who removes the suffering but as a source of strength, comfort, and love that helps us endure it.
God is found in the way we show up for each other, in the way we offer compassion, and in the way we hold space for each other’s hurt. God is in the love we extend, even when life is unfair and painful.
As for why we’re supposed to love God, I don’t think it’s about loving an abstract being who’s responsible for everything that happens in the world.
It’s about loving the divine spark in ourselves and others—the part of us capable of empathy, kindness, and connection, even in the darkest times. When we love that and nurture that spark, we bring light into the world, and that’s where healing happens.
The truth is, we don’t always get to understand why bad things happen.
But we do get to choose how we respond to them.
We can choose whether we allow suffering to harden or open us up.
Whether we let it disconnect us or deepen our capacity for love and compassion. The world can be harsh, unpredictable, and full of pain, but it can also be beautiful, filled with moments of connection, joy, and love.
In the end, loving God means loving what’s good, what’s kind, what’s just, and what’s beautiful in the world—and that includes loving each other, even through the hard stuff.
That’s how we find meaning in the mess and hope in the struggle. That’s how we heal.