"Do you think that God allowed this to happen because you stopped going to church? Maybe he did this to bring you back to him."
I wish that I could say that only one person has asked me that question.
I was so angry the first time it happened.
I tried to remain as composed as possible.
"I am not God so I can't answer that question. I don't think it's right to try and find a reason for why things happen that are out of our control."
I was shaken.
It took me awhile to not take it personally. To not get defensive and self-righteous. To be empathic for the person behind the question. To understand that they're asking from their heart and faith. They have a different world-view and understanding. They are thankful that I'm home. They're thankful for where I am now. This out of love. It's okay.