Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year went by as the horror of addiction clung mercilessly to our sons. We had rescued and helped them, shamed and rejected them. We had prayed and sought counsel, argued and become numb. They entered treatment centers and recovery programs but nothing made any difference. We were on a bobsled of grief that was plummeting into hell with no way to stop it or get off. We railed at God, "So, what happened? Didn't we have an agreement? We did the best we could. How could you let this happen?" After the Locusts is based on a mother's...