One the prayers in the Gospels which I can fervently repeat is that of the father of the epileptic boy: “I do believe. Help my unbelief.” Believers trust in the love that God has for us, in the mercy that God extends toward us, in the plan of God revealed to us. What did the old song say “No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” And yet, despite that belief I have my doubts when going through a moment of personal loss and grief, when it looks like the ungodly are thriving and good people are hurting, when innocent lives are suffering due to no fault of their own. I do believe in you, Lord, but help me in those moments of anguish.
