"What is it about tears that serve
as an outward expression of an inner pain? Grief looks like an intimate enemy
in a world of friends and lovers, terrorists and angels, sinners and saints… we
all bleed from a common vein, and if time is a band-aid, then agnosticism is a
failing tourniquet. We know the familiar sting of betrayal. We can hear the
chorus of a familiar song, and though the lyrics get blurred (subject to
interpretation), the anthem of a broken humanity is to cry out to a God who
seems to be hiding behind a door, “locked and double shut.”[1]
The unanswered questions inevitably
lead toward agnosticism, which is the godfather of hopelessness. Heaven’s silence
to our greatest questions leaves an unanchored ship in a tsunami-infested ocean
of despair. To what can we anchor our deepest convictions? To whom can we turn
to in the wake of the Great Depression?"
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