
If God would want anyone to live, surely [my friend] Baker qualified. Surely a man with a mission like Baker's would not be bested by leukemia. Surely a smile like his doesn't die easily. Yet Baker is dead. And his grave ought to give unrest to us all and shake us from our arrogance. If Baker could die, so can, and will, we all. None of us can be complacent. None of us is "safe." It should give us pause to think that one so full of life is gone—and so quickly.
The world that is does not permit a guarantee of protection. Evil and its counterpart, death, do not allow for that possibility. And if I demand from God what he has not promised, I risk corrupting my faith with bitterness and resentment when God fails to come through as I feel he should. I will never experience God as good in my pain if I am forever suspicious of his having allowed my pain in the first place. Baker knew physical safety was no guarantee. Thus, he was never angry at God. Rather, he experienced God as deeply, wonderfully good, right to the end.
by Matt Rogers
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