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Why, God?



God is so amazing. Each week when I drive to church, I pray that God will speak to me through the message, and I pray for my pastor to see God's will. Amazingly, each sermon speaks directly to the situation I am in that week. I know it is God. There's been too many "coincidences."

Here's some notes from last week's sermon.

The answer to every question to God that begins with "Why...?" is either a) because I love you, or b) I didn't.

(he distinguishes between pain and suffering in that pain is what we physically feel - like burning your hand on a hot stove and suffering is, for example, being hurt emotionally.)

1. Why did You create pain?
Because I love you. God created pain to tell us to stop what we are doing, so we won't hurt ourselves further. He also created pain so we can experience pleasure, and know the difference.

2. Why did you create suffering?
I didn't. He gave us free will, and Satan uses it against us.

3. Why did YOU suffer?
Because I love you. He suffered for us so that he could identify with us. The Creator became the creation and didn't spare Himself anything.

Our God knows how we feel because he became one of us.

Satan does his best to try to blame his handiwork on God. It all hit home so much, because who of us has ever asked God, "Why...?" And here is the answer. All of this to say that with grace and mercy, I can get through anything with Jesus' love, and you can too.

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