A question many of us have whispered in pain, shouted in anger, or quietly pondered in silence.
When tragedy strikes, when suffering feels overwhelming, or when the world feels unfair, this is often our first question. Why didn’t God step in? Where was He?
But what if He asks us the same question?
“Why didn’t you help?”
Think about the homeless person you passed today. You saw them. Maybe you looked away quickly, maybe you judged, or maybe you just told yourself you couldn’t do anything. But they were there, cold, hungry, human.
Think about that coworker or classmate who looked like they were barely holding it together. You noticed. You felt something was off. But you didn’t ask. You didn’t stop. It wasn’t your business, you told yourself.
Think about the person you love who’s been distant lately. You figured they needed space. Or maybe you didn’t want to deal with their weight when your own shoulders already felt heavy. But you sensed it. You felt it.
What about the friend who hinted at needing help but never said the words? The kid who gets picked on while others laugh? The person online who posted something dark or cryptic and you just kept scrolling?
We say, “Why didn’t God intervene?”
But maybe He placed that person in your path because you were supposed to.
Maybe we are His hands and feet, His heart in action.
Maybe God’s help doesn’t come from lightning bolts or grand gestures, but from everyday people choosing kindness, choosing presence, choosing to care.
So before we ask, “Where was God?”,
He might gently ask, “Where were you?”
Let’s stop waiting for divine intervention when we have been given the power to be divine love in someone’s life.
Help when you can. Speak when you should. Show up when it matters.
Because someone is praying for a miracle, and maybe, just maybe, that miracle is you.
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