My younger brother Craig was shot and killed by a group of men during what police described as an attempted robbery. How could this happen and I’m asking God, “why?” Why my brother? He was attacked by thugs who shot him and then shot my father. My dad survived but my brother did not. I cried like a baby when I got the news.
Today, more than 10 years later, I still feel the pain. Even now my eyes are filling with tears as I write this message. Tucked away in my office, I’m doing the best I can to quickly wipe away the tears but they keep falling. Each wiped tear is replaced by several others. God help me. How do I handle this? I have so many questions. They killed my little brother and it hurts inside. What’s more, the murderers have not yet been apprehended.
It’s my father’s birthday today and so is Craig’s. He would have been thirty-five years old if he were alive. One of his favorite songs was Believe by Cher. For several years following his death, my brother’s birthday was my father’s worst day. He would become melancholy and withdrawn as he asked God the same question I have, “Why?” My mom has battled with the same question and her hurt hurts my heart. She has silently faced the reality that Craig is no longer here. I know that God is not responsible for my brother’s death, but someone is. The loss has personally touched my entire family, my brothers, my sisters, my friends and my community. Despite the sobering loss, I’m thankful that my father is here today and that Craig had time to make amends with God before he died.
I’m not trying to force my beliefs on you but rather to first acknowledge that despite how strong we are, there is a source greater than us and that secondly, I have found that source to be God in Christ Jesus. What you do matters.