In the beginning of tragic circumstance, we tend to be full of optimistic theories and cliche encouragements.

Then the tragedy lolls on and we dig deeper into our well of “what-to-say-when”s. We spend a little time on our knees, still optimistic that the answer and the victory are right around the corner.

Then the tragedy continues, and not only does it continue, it gets darker.

What hope can we conjure up now? (And by the use of the word “conjure” I’m implying a self-worked up hope.) Isn’t there a breaking point for not only those who are enduring the tragic circumstance, but also those warring along with them? Isn’t there an instance where the Brother on the outside has seen enough hurt and pain in his friends and begins to cry out MERCY on their behalf?

You know that last part of Braveheart where Wallace is being torchered? The crowd begins to call out “Mercy” on his behalf! Job, why didn’t your friends call out “Mercy” for you? Why didn’t they run out of answers when there clearly were none?

I’m all out of answers for my friends.

“Mercy, Lord! Mercy!”