Get Angry at God (It’s Ok)

Over the course of the last year, my family has endured so much; everyone reading this blog knows that, and I’m sure there is an understandable “Seaford Fatigue”–(look, I don’t blame you- please don’t feel guilty).  But nevertheless, it’s our story and our journey and, for better or for worse, it’s the reality for which I’m situated and the lens for which I am interpreting the world (at least for the moment).   Kristan will have her own story to tell with its unique perspective,  but in this blog I can only share my experiences.

Most of the days I am bolstered by the amazing provision of God.  God has blessed our family beyond deserving and I am deeply humbled and grateful for this. Even after a year, I remain inspired by the amazing way God has worked through the hands, feet, and hearts of so many around us, wrapping us in God’s loving care and comfort.

However, there are still days where we feel as if we are barely treading water; where the heaviness feels like too much to endure, and the day-to-day details too heartbreaking to take.  In these times, I’vet tried to dive into Scripture for solace, and lift up my prayers to Jesus, trusting in his promises and relying on his intercession. I’ve sought friends and loved ones for comfort and prayer.

But this past weekend, I had had enough.

Not to bore you with the details, but I have invested so much, emotionally, in the prosthetic hands my wife uses on a day-to-day basis.  In those dark nights when we awaited the inevitable amputations, I clung to the promise of these fancy, expensive, state-of-the-art hands and all the freedom they offered.  (Perhaps that was my first mistake; I was clinging to the wrong promise, but I digress).  Nevertheless, I put everything into those hands.  They were going to be the panacea I hoped and prayed for.  Any shortcoming my wife’s new life would present, these hands would fill, making all things possible.

But the reality is, they are merely tools; electronic devices just like any other tool lying about your house.   They break.  And when the wearer is a determined, take-no-prisoners, relentless champion like my wife, they break A LOT.

So on Saturday morning when I learned the the van’s battery was dead for the 19th time (thanks to middle-of-the-night lovey searches in which the explorer neglects to switch off the cabin lights after their finds), and that the refrigerator water dispenser was flowing water onto the kitchen floor, my Kristan approached me crestfallen, holding out her hands which again, inexplicably, had stopped working, I had reached my breaking point.

For whatever reason, these events prompted a “snap” in me, vaulting me to a very angry and negative place.  What were seemingly normal (albeit frustrating) things had blossomed into something much more.  Not only was I angry, but I was now angry at God.  In fact, I was furious.  After over a year of giving it my all in terms of staying faithful and controlled, I had had it. How could a loving God allow this struggle to persist?  How much more could we take? How could this faithful woman endure these persistent setbacks?  Despite the glorious blessings, we were still encountering, in my view, more than our fair share of hardship.  And I was DONE, as they say.

The anger only snowballed.  I was sick of defending God.  And please understand, I am studying and training to become a Lutheran pastor; I feel a calling to the vocation of shepherding people in their lives of faith, teaching of God’s promises, and counseling those in pain.   This was by no means a comfortable place for me.  I was experiencing this hurricane of anger and guilt, all at once.  I even admitted at one point, that all of this harsh talk actually felt GOOD, which was troubling.  It felt awful and good, all at the same time.  It was paradoxical.

But over the course of the day, something important and wonderful happened.  I was able to go somewhere much deeper spiritually; a place I had never gone before.  A spiritual movement had occurred within me. In some ways, I had “wrestled with God” as Jacob had done (Genesis 32:22-31). I had shaken my fist at the Creator of the Universe (Psalm 22). In doing so, I pushed through so many layers and arrived at a more authentic faith.  The light had truly, and in a very real way, overcome the darkness.

At some point in our faith journey, we will all, most likely,  arrive at a place where we question the reason to continue.  We might feel compelled to say “the hell with” all of it.  Rather than resist this urge to get angry with God, I invite you to allow it.  It will not be comfortable.  It will feel heretical and simply awful.  But our God is big enough to take our human suffering.  In Christ, God did this very thing, taking on all of our pains, sufferings, and yes, even our anger and resentment, and carried it away.  Oftentimes, people will ask me what exactly I believed “happened” on the cross.   This is what I believe happened.  Our God became flesh in order to share in our hurt and shame and to bear it all for us.  We have been redeemed and, thanks to Christ, our slates are clean.

I don’t know what you’ve been through, what you’re going through, or what you will go through.  But trust in those enduring promises of our faith.  But don’t believe it will always feel good and don’t expect as much.  But trust in a faith that allows you to get angry.  You might be surprised at the higher place it leads you.  Amen.


Thank you Brook, just thank you.


And then you take that light and shine it for so many others. God bless both of you!


This is beautifully written, deeply authentic, and the kind of witness I long for!


This is so honest and true. Thanks for sharing the meaning you are finding during this challenging time if your life with us, Brook.


Good for you Brook. You went to that CPE place. You recognized the feelings for what they were and instead of hiding from them, or defending yourself against them you went there. I admire your courage to do so as I often (too often) do not. Too much head space. Thank you for being willing to share and for offering the deeper spiritual place you have found for facing that rage and finding a safe way to let it out.


Well written. Thanks for sharing. Job is another example of misfortune happening to a good spiritual person. As believers we are not promised a life without suffering. As the Apostle Paul wrote, “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.:”


Your honesty is a whole other gift my friend.



I’m not familiar with your story, I reached this blog by a post shared on a friends page. But I am certainly happy that I stumbled upon it. Your words really touched me and I’m sorry that you’ve gone through so much lately but I hope you find comfort in the fact that sharing your story has helped someone through their own troubling times.
Thank You


I’m glad I read this tonight. It touched my weary soul as we battle through year six of illness, disability, and other things I won’t bother to list. Thanks for writing with such honesty. It’s refreshing.

Kind regards,

Your Colorado cousin


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