I have a friend who is an accomplished surgeon, a wise man older than me from whom I’ve learn so much about caring for people in the midst of trauma and crisis. One night as he drove home from the hospital, the sunset colors exploded across the sky. Overwhelmed, he had to stop and worship the One who created such beautiful moments. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt both small and giant as the colors burned the western sky, sending light cross the sky overhead and even into his car. The shadows were gone and he sat there, praying, weeping, and in awe.
He picked up the phone to call his wife and tell her to go outside the house and see the sunset. As he picked up his phone, he said it was as if God spoke to his mind and asked why he had to do that. Why was it that he had to do something in that moment? Wasn’t God enough?by