Some years ago I was lucky enough to play CS Lewis in William Nicholson’s marvellous play, “Shadowlands”. A devout Christian, Lewis often mused about God’s love and his seeming lack of intervention when natural disasters occur. “If God loves us so much then why does he allow us to suffer so much?”. If you were to give it serious thought then I guess you would start to scratch your head in confusion also.
I lost my brother, aged 18, to cancer. A brain tumour. I was 21 at the time and a believer, as were my parents. My brother’s death caused my family to have a crisis of faith.
6 people were killed in Glasgow just before Christmas. Innocent people, grandparents, parents and children going about their Christmas business with joy and hope. Wondering if the sweater they’d just bought for Auntie Nora would fit? They would never know.
CS Lewis tried to explain this belief by theorising that “we are like blocks of stone out of which The Sculptor carves the form of Men. The blows of His chisel, which hurt us so much, are what make us perfect”. I’m just trying to square that with the relatives of the Galsgow 6. Would that poor woman who saw her parents and daughter mown down consider her own character strengthened by her tragic loss? I didn’t when I lost my brother. The only thing it taught me was to cherish his memory and to live for the day.