Who [is so blind as] not to recognize in all these [that good and evil are promiscuously scattered throughout nature and human life] that it is God's hand which does it [and God's way]? –Job 12:9 (AMP)
When the grievous things that Miriam suffered were relayed over the next few days, we would become accustomed to hearing the same phrase amongst several people, “What is wrong with him?” It is a question that is familiar to people of all races, classes and nationalities. It is a question that brings us all to the same exact place and level: humanity.
Control. Control is a weak man’s weapon of choice. Only a coward can wield it so craftily that left unstopped everything in its path is utterly shattered. The anger and rage, which is often found in one so controlling, is usually a front for a pathetic, fearful, broken, devastated person who will not tolerate anyone feeling anything other than they do.
When faced with the disbelief of the situation and what was happening, my daughter asked why? How could I answer a question that had been pondered and dissected by my family since I was a child? How could I answer the question that left my mother lying awake for years in prayer always hoping, that this time, things were really going to be different?
Based on my own thoughts, prayers and theories over the years, all I have to offer my daughter was what I believed. I simply told her that he was deeply wounded as a child, even broken. What was the wise response from my twelve year old daughter? “There is no excuse for that now; he has someone to love him”.
Spending time with Miriam would have my mother in tears, saying that her heart was literally hurting for Miriam. I myself was on the verge of tears one moment, and would find myself engaged in consuming laughter the next, awestruck with this woman and trying to absorb the full spectrum of raw emotion that was surrounding us.
My mother, crying one moment with Miriam in her pain, would have tears of joy and laughter streaming down her face the next. I witnessed a strength, bonding and faith between these women. Two women, different cultures, races, religions brought together by the pain caused by a shared son. A Christian woman and a Muslim woman, who would share about God, family, and love; teaching me more than they could imagine, just by my observing them for two days.
Miriam and my mother both went through a full range of emotion. Here was fear, anger, pain, laughter, joy, anger again and then there was something that shocked me. Miriam, lifted her hands, pointed to God and said, “He knows everything. Only He knows why this happen, there is a reason”.
Can I tell you that I almost fell off of the chair? This woman, after experiencing so much, still lifted her arms to God and gave Him the glory. I am a Christian! In America! We sing songs about praising Him through the storm in worship on Sundays and in cars on the way to the grocery store. But most of the time, when trials come, there is really no foundation behind what the Christians are singing, they are just words.
Please, do not think I am beating down my brothers and sisters in Christ. That is the last thing I want to do. I am just sharing the strength of this woman’s faith in God, in the moment. It was solid. It was real.
Miriam even stated that only God could judge his heart. My heart was flooded with such fullness when I heard this. This precious Muslim woman, sitting in my mother’s living room was living out the love of Jesus that we Christians teach and preach day in and day out.
This Muslim woman, who knows Jesus only as a prophet or good man, actually lives it. How is this possible?
There is faithfulness in her, devotion, which is consistent with her belief in God.
Miriam was not so blind, as Job was not in today’s Scripture. They understood. God is God in the face of everything. He knows and although we don’t understand, that is enough.
Living it and being able to stand on it in the face of trial is an amazing thing to witness. Watching the truth of what satan meant for evil, God intended for good, is a powerful thing, and one of many lessons I will carry away from two days with Miriam.