“I remember hearing about an old comic strip back in the days of St. Ed’s. Two guys are talking to each other, and one of them says he has a question for God. He wants to ask why God allows all of this poverty and war and suffering to exist in the world. And his friend says, “Well, why don’t you ask?” The fellow shakes his head and says he’s scared. When his friend asks why, he mutters, “I’m scared God will ask me the same question.”

In my sickness, but not in health

Hopeless wanderer I am, and a hopeless wanderer I fear I will remain.
My legs, my feet, they have led me astray. Break them.
Break my bones, that I may not walk away from You.
For in my pain, I will cry out to you. Leave me broken.
If I am healed, I may leave.
Leave me here, Lord. Leave me in my weakness.
Leave me in your constant need. I should need you.
I should want you always.

Hopeless wanderer I am, and a hopeless wanderer I fear I will remain.
Blind me, God. My eyes cause me to look away from all You have to show me.
Leave me blind, so I can not see the things of this World that lead me away.
I should only look to you, Lord. I do not deserve my sight.
When I can not see, I will cry out to you. Leave me blind.
If I am healed, I may leave.
Leave me here, Lord. Leave me in my weakness.
Leave me in your constant need. I should need you.
I should want you always.

Hopeless wanderer I am, and a hopeless wanderer I fear I will remain.
Break my heart, dear Lord.
My heart is filled. It has left no room for You.
Break my heart and rid me of all that is not of You.
Break my heart now, before my condition worsens.
For in my pain, I will cry out to you. Leave me in pain.
If I am healed, I may leave.
Leave me here, Lord. Leave me in my weakness.
Leave me in your constant need. I should need you.
I should want you always.

In my weakness, I need you.
In my strength, I may leave.