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Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People?

Almost two weeks ago we were in Canada with our boys who were at hockey camp. We got a text and some emails from friends about some news back in Aspen. It brought both of us to tears and once again we wondered, “Why do the hard things happen to some of the best people?”

A man and his family were vacationing in Aspen. I’m not sure how long they were here but they had been having fun, visiting friends and playing with other families (I think) from Kansas City, Missouri. It had all been great and it was time to go home. They got the car packed up, put all the bikes on the back and headed out of town.

Not 15 miles out of Aspen, in Snowmass Canyon, a boulder fell. It hit Thomas Murphy, who was driving his wife and three kids in an SUV. His wife, Jennifer, put the car into neutral and steered the car to a stop. When Tom arrived at the hospital, he was pronounced dead.

There are no answers, there are no good seasoning’s to even contemplate. What we have now is a wife without her husband and three children without a father. There are also many friends and loved ones with a broken heart.

Nothing I write can change one thing about this situation. Nothing can change the ache I feel for Jennifer and her children. So, what I want to do is to focus on the one positive, the hero: Jennifer Murphy. Jennifer, in the midst of the craziness of a brief-case size boulder flying into the windshield of their car, managed to put the SUV into neutral and steer the car to a stop. The highway is not an easy one so I feel safe to say that she easily saved her children’s and her own life. She was brave in the midst of terror. I honor her for that.

It doesn’t bring her husband back; it doesn’t bring a father home to his children. For those realities, I can only pray for her. I can only ask God to one day help me understand why these things happen. I DO know He’ll have a good answer.

One time after Art and I were first together and we had talked and cried for a long time about his own accident with a boulder, I lay my head down and asked God, “why?” It was interesting what came to me in my semi-dream-state. I saw the rock, the accident, the pain. And then I saw God. He was standing there crying and wrapping his arms around Art and the accident scene. In that moment what I felt from him was this: THIS was not from ME. Accidents happen, things happen that I cannot control. That confused me, as I grew up learning in Sunday School that God controlled everything. God somehow let me know that “free will” was a perfect example that He didn’t control everything. He watched over all of us all of the time, but that sometimes bad things happened. And when they did, all He COULD do was grieve with us. His arms were open wide and He was JUST as sad as we were