Larry Crabb:
My brother, Bill, died in a plane crash eight years ago, and I had cancer two years ago. Both of those events made me realize that in the core of my soul, there’s a profound loneliness. When you’re hurting as bad as I did over Bill’s death, and you’re as scared as I was when I heard the word cancer thrown at me by the doctor [even though my wonderful wife, two sons, and very
close friends were incredibly involved with me in both tragedies], there’s a part of the soul no other person can touch—even the best person in the world just can’t touch a part of it. In the loneliness of that suffering, I became aware that God is not a doctor, but he’s a person, and that I don’t know him very well. Both of those events led me to say that at the core of my soul, something is wrong and something is missing that psychology can’t touch. It’s got to be God.