How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? 

How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? 

Look on me and answer, LORD my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,” and my foes will rejoice when I fall. 

But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the LORD’s praise, for he has been good to me.

Psalm 13:1-6 (NIV)

What do we do when the world feels so unjust? We long for the day when justice will roll down like water. We weep for the vulnerable who continue to face oppression, hunger, and suffering year after year. 

Where is God in all of this pain? Where is his salvation when the wicked continue to prevail against the innocent? When will we see the humble exalted and the hungry filled with good things? How long, Lord?

I don’t have an answer to these questions. I know that God is near to the brokenhearted, and that Jesus knows our grief. He is with us. 

This answer doesn’t immediately fix all that is broken. It doesn’t bring back lives that are lost, it doesn’t restore years of freedom to those who are held unjustly imprisoned, it doesn’t heal all of those experiencing chronic illness. But it provides some peace to know that we aren’t alone. Those in Turkey and Syria who have experienced unspeakable loss and pain today are not alone. God is with them. And we can be with them, too.  We collectively heal when we emulate God by drawing near to those who suffer. When nobody is alone.