Calamities affect us in so many ways, don’t they? There’s the immediate physical, adrenaline rush that reddens our faces, engorges our throats, and speeds our heartbeats in a primitive fight or flight response which, when it subsides, leaves us breathless and shaky. More insidious and more dangerous to our psyches is the mental aftermath when the “why me? Why my family?” questions arise.
So we ponder the imponderables, and as we do, we question such things as the cruelty of man toward other men and the overarching forces that influence our behavior. There are no answers, nor will there ever be in this world.
We are left with one of two things – less faith or more faith, and no greater understanding in the present than we ever had in the past.