Praising God in the Minor Key

Almost a month ago I lost my mentor to stage four breast cancer which then spread to her liver. Its taken me a while to admit that sentence without crying. (Mostly not crying currently because I’m in class) But in result of this I took to writing, which is a habit that has been my way to understand the world around me for almost all my 19 years of living.

The inspiration for this poem was found in a sermon by Pastor Chris Oberg who is the senior pastor at La Sierra University Church in Southern California. In this church, which is my home church, we do Silent Sabbath where we sit in the absence of Christ during Easter weekend. Pastor Chris preached about how even if we are in our worst shape and we are praising God it is still praise just in the minor key. It is the idea that even when things are not alright in our lives that we can still stay “it is well with my soul.” Through this poem I want to reflect the idea that pain is apart of our journey and just because “bad things happen” doesn’t mean that there isn’t a God. The pain isn’t a punishment it is growth. Often times we end up angry at God, angry that He didn’t hear our prayers or that He didn’t save our loved ones.

Anger is okay. Because anger is still dialogue.

You haven’t stopped speaking to your Father, you can be angry all you want. It is a part of grieving, it’s natural just like breathing. Job was angry, he yelled at God, he questioned and in the wake of losing everything he loved God reached out and reminded him who was in charge of the universe. You don’t have to go through loss alone, you don’t need to be angry alone. God is there with you, He’s been listening and He’s been grieving right along side you.

This poem is remind us that praise will be hard when we feel this way but it will still be praise.

Best wishes,


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