by Moody Adams
Mrs. Edwards was a great and famous lady. She inspired many cancer sufferers and won great admiration. She won her heroic fight with cancer, but lost her long 14-year-struggle with death.

Her belief's about God changed after her son Wade was killed in 1966. It is said wind blew his car off the road. He was 16.

Elizabeth blamed God for her son’s death: “I had to think about a God who would not save my son. Wade was—and I have lots of evidence; it's not just his mother saying it—a gentle and good boy. . . . You'd think that if God was going to protect somebody, he'd protect that boy. But not only did he not protect him, the wind blew him from the road. The hand of God blew him from the road. So I had to think, ‘What kind of God do I have that doesn't intervene—in fact, may even participate—in the death of this good boy?’ . . . I've had to come to grips with a God that fits my own experience, which is, my God could not be offering protection and not have protected my boy.”

She clearly blamed God for either allowing, or causing, her son’s death, "What kind of God do I have that doesn't intervene—in fact, may even participate—in the death of this good boy?" (She thought God’s ‘wind’ blew him off the road.

Beth Corbin, of Americans United for Separation of Church and State, interviewed her and wrote, asked “to explain how her faith beliefs inform her politics, Elizabeth Edwards gave an extraordinarily radical answer: She doesn't believe in salvation, at least not in the standard Christian understanding of it, and she said as much: I have, I think, somewhat of an odd version of God. I do not have an intervening God. I don't think I can pray to him -- or her -- to cure me of cancer.

"I'm Not Praying for God to Save Me'," said Elizabeth. Like the Deists, she had no faith in an intervening God.

She left her son’s room unchanged after her boy’s death. Elizabeth had his friends over for dinner weekly. She crumbled in a grocery store one day upon passing the Cherry Cokes, her son’s favorite drink. She went to her son’s grave every day and read his school assignments to him. She even lay down on his grave, “To be near her son.”

Elizabeth said, “And I don't believe that we should live our lives that way for some promise of eternal life, but because that's what's right.” However, she hoped there would be some kind of reunion with her son after her death.

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