A 4.2 aftershock came this afternoon. By a whim, I texted my Nepali friend Abhi dai* (who is an atheist), about it. We used to talk a lot before, but not anymore. The earthquake got us both asking if the other was alright, and now we’re talking, bit by bit, again.
Me: Did you just feel that? Haha
Abhi dai: Yes, this thing ain’t ending anytime soon -_-
Me: Are you scared?
Abhi: Lol no. I am trying to get used to it. Are you?
Me: Hmmm, can you get used to something you can’t anticipate?
Anyways — no, just alarmed. I trust in a God whose plans are not to harm us, but to give us hope and a future.
Abhi: No offence but you must have heard what happened at the Kapan church ☹
(29 died and 49 were injured from last Saturday’s congregation.)
Me: I know… I don’t understand why that happened, to be honest.
But bad things do happen to good people, and good things do happen to bad people, y’know? “The sun rises for both evil and good, and the rain falls on both righteous and unrighteous.” There’s no fixed pattern, and it hurts sometimes. But I also believe God allows bad things to happen, which reasons we can’t understand… Still, in the end, good prevails. It will always do, and in the times when we feel we can’t bear the pain, like now, maybe as gold is put under fire so that the impurities will go away, we’re being made better people.
Abhi: Nicely explained ☺. I really hope that’s a real thing.
Me: Thank you. Why not? It’s a good explanation.
*Dai — a Nepali word for ‘older brother’, the equivalent of ‘kuya’ in Tagalog