I Heard Only Silence

My Mom was a little religious, my Dad not at all.

So when she was killed--and my Dad was left in a coma--I didn't have a strong foundation of faith to turn to.

By the time my father was killed--then so many of my friends--all I had left to turn to was anger. It was easier than believing in a God who had let that happen.

But anger solved little and when the world was in crisis--

--I prayed.

I heard only silence.

So I confessed my sins...and realized I had none.

How could someone who tried so hard to be good--did so much for so many people--be asked to endure so much?

...God works in mysterious ways...

- Red Robin #22

by Fabian Nicieza and Freddie Williams II