a time of mourning

I've been learning a lot about the mourning process lately. The mood in my home has been somber, and I've had many rough nights. Sometimes I wonder why bad things happen. I have accepted that life is not fair, and that I can't always understand why tragedies occur. I am doing my best to deal with the pain. All I can do is look to the future, knowing that someday things will make sense again.

The Michigan Wolverines are 0-2. They have been embarrassed two weeks in a row. I am a loyal fan of all my hometown teams, but Michigan is my favorite. I almost cried during the first loss, and I couldn't even finish watching the second. They had so much potential. So much promise. Now they only have shame.

The pastor in me should take this opportunity to talk about how many times we disappoint God with our failures. I should point out that God never gives up on us. He never changes the channel when our mistakes make Him sick. He doesn't mourn our wasted potential.

No matter how bad I fail, God is always cheering for me. He is always my biggest fan. He's proudly wearing a t-shirt with my face on it. He's whistling the Jim Black Fight Song. God is loyal no matter what.

Apparently, He also uses my pain and suffering to teach me stuff. I've learned that God is awesome, He loves me no matter what, and that I should still watch my team again next week, no matter how much it hurts.

At least the Lions are 1-0.