My 9-year old son Aidan and I were driving down the road to the grocery store on a hot Friday summer afternoon. Traffic was backed up in every direction at the intersection. I looked up and saw a well-known homeless man who lives in our community. He is about 60-years old, wears a long beard and layers of dirty clothes. I don’t believe that he has had a shower in months.
It was late afternoon on a warm spring day when I pulled into the vast shopping center parking lot. I put my car into park and began to sob.
It’s okay to be mad at God. Catastrophic events such as the death of a loved one, loss of a job, a divorce, or a miscarriage can make us angry at God.