Life’s events sometimes hard to understand
Rubin Baum, 80, a veteran, received two Purple Hearts while serving as a medic in the Korean War. Recently, he was killed in an accident in New York City in which his wife, Denise, said he saved her life.
Mr. Baum was standing with his 62-year-old wife and trying to hail a cab. Mrs. Baum told police that near them a sedan crashed into a minivan, causing the sedan driver to lose control and go into a spin with the car going right at the Baums. Mrs. Baum was thrown against a parked car and her husband was pinned beneath the sedan. She says her husband saved her life.
“He sacrificed his life for me,” she said. “He really gave me a good shove. It was in a second; he saved my life.”
The two were rushed to the hospital where Mr. Baum died. Police are investigating but news reports indicate that no criminal charges are expected.
However, this story has some ironies. For example, the two were hailing a cab when the accident occurred, and fighting over a taxicab several decades ago was how the couple met. Also, Mr. Baum’s father was killed in a car accident when he was hit by an automobile in Manhattan in 1977.
While you and I may not have had similar coincidences or ironies in our lives, I think it is safe to say that we have had some unusual occurrences or happenings, things we find difficult to explain.
If not some unusual or seemingly unexplainable events in our lives, certainly we have had some hard times, tragedy, or unsettling events that made us ask, “Why?”
I don’t know about you, but I have asked why many times in life. I still do from time to time. Sometimes, I suspect that God may be thinking, “Oh, no, there’s that Hix guy asking why again.”
Realizing that we may not know why about many things in life is a tough reality to acknowledge. Especially difficult is accepting this reality and moving on with life. At least, it has been difficult for me.
Recently, I read the book of Job in the Bible and got a new grip on accepting that we won’t always know and understand why some things happen. When I read Job and his cries to face God and stand like a man and ask why, I say to myself, “Go, Job.” But, when God does address Job directly, Job changes his tune. And I’m with Job.
My guess is that when folks like myself who are frequently asking why get to Heaven and see our Creator face to face, we’ll suddenly have no desire (or need) to ask those questions.