"I can't bring Joel back, Grandma, but I can
give you a hug." My then 3-year-old granddaughter, Emily Ann, noticed I
was weepy, so she climbed on a chair and gave me a hug. This was the
best example of good theology I've experienced since our 28-year-old
son, Joel, was killed in a 1998 car accident.
By
our words and actions, we are all theologians. But our "questionable
theology" seems prevalent at times of grief or other crises.
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