Does God Feel Our Pain?

I believe that God gave us children so that we could better understand our relationship with Him. As a parent, I definitely feel the pain of my children and I want to do whatever I can to help them. When my first daughter was 2 or 3 years old, I would come home from work and she would screech at the top of her lungs, "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!" Run as fast as she could and wrap her arms around my legs because I was home. I believe that the feeling it gave me is the same feeling that God has when we realize that He is there and we call out to Him in prayer or song. And just like our children do not always obey us - and it hurts us when that happens - we do not always obey God. God loves us as we love our children. We want them to learn from their mistakes just as much as we want to instruct them and keep them from making mistakes. Similarly, God provided us with the 'rules' and a teacher. He also provided us with free will to make the choice of how we should live. In my own life, I have physical pain. I can sit here and wonder, "Why? Why am I being put through this pain and illness?" Or, I can pick myself up (figuratively) and realize that there is more to life and that I was letting a lot of that slip by unnoticed when I wasn't disabled. I am grateful for the experience that I would never have gotten otherwise. Sure, there is pain, but prayer and faith have brought me to where I can deal with the pain and perhaps help others to realize that God does listen and answer prayer, just not always in the manner that we envision.

Max Lucado in his book, "A Gentle Thunder: Hearing God Through The Storms" told a story about a hummingbird that got trapped in his home. It kept banging it's little head against a closed window, desperate to get out. Max tried to guide it to the open window with two box lids that were handy. The hummingbird then somehow moved upward between the window and the screen. Max realized that the only way to free the little guy was to reach up into the gap as gently as he could and let him go free outside. Max thought afterward how interesting the story that hummingbird's story to his family must have been when he got home that night. It might have gone something like, "This evil giant was trying to catch me to eat me. First he came at me with huge clubs to try and crush me. I tried to hide but then he grabbed me with his big hands to crush me and eat me, but I managed to get away". We're like that hummingbird. We bang our head against walls day in and day out. God sees all and knows all and understands our dilemma better than we do. He does what He needs to get us where we need to be. We don't always understand our pain but need to trust that He does. We also need to remember how unfair it is to blame Him. If I slap you in the face, would you turn around and blame my husband? No. You'd, rightfully, blame me. May of our difficulties are caused by other people or by our own rebellion.

I think that God does feel our pain. I think He feels our happinesses, joys, heartaches and everything else we created because we were created in His image and He is a part of us. Everything that affects how we feel affects how he feels. I mean I honestly believe that when we cry He cries with us.

i am absolutely sure that he does. well, if not, He don't deserve to be called God, right? God is very compassionate. we just have to trust his love for us and his timing. sometimes, God intends to be silent so we would grow. if God would answer from the very moment you asked him, trusting Him and having faith in him won't really matter. we will abuse it. just continue trusting. his love never fails.

Nope. Over the past few years i have lost ALL faith in god. There are too many sick murders and abusers of children. Innocent people hurt during wars. I know that we are all supposed to learn from pain and sufering that we see to make us better people. But surely there must be a better way than to have 4 year old kids raped? So my theory is that there is no god so therefore no-one to feel pain. We are here alone.