I looked for you today, but I couldn't quite find you. You are like something I see out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn to look for you, you disappear. I know you're there, in the periphery, but you feel so distant. I miss you. I need you now. For now, I will write out the questions that have run through my restless mind as of late, in the hopes of clearing some room in there, and perhaps calming the storm in my soul. .. Why is it that humans seem to be wired to run from you when we need you the most? The times when we are hurting, or angry, or scared, or failing--those are the times we need to turn to you, to the cross and all that it points to. Mercy and grace, hope and love. You. But instead, we run, we hide our faces from you. Why? Is it anger, or sadness, disappointment, shame? How foolish. How human. .. What is it we expect of doctors, exactly? Why in the world are we shocked when they cannot help us? What were we expecting? Is it that humans go to school and g...