how deep the Father's love for us

while stopping by columbia to pick up something, in a series of events, i ended up praying for a man with liver cancer.

he was no more than 50 years old, but his hunched frame and physical weakness made him seem much older.

he said he had no family. his mother was in the nursing home. his father died of the same cancer.

on my drive down to nyu, i couldnt help but ask God the age-old question, "why?"

i didnt receive an answer...but one thing i do know.

no. no...NO. you DO NOT, i DO NOT, understand how deep the Father's love for us. we will never understand. i will never understand. but it's there. it's there.