I want to make sense of the senseless.
I want to draw boundary lines around tragedy so I know what precautions can keep it far away from me.
But God is in control. Not me.
How Job’s comforters got it wrong…
I want to make sense of the senseless.
I want to draw boundary lines around tragedy so I know what precautions can keep it far away from me.
But God is in control. Not me.
How Job’s comforters got it wrong…