Shouldn’t God be eradicating grief rather than causing it?

I imagine the human hands of Jesus. I imagine them calloused and dry with a sandpaper-like grit from the severity of his work and the climate. They aren’t delicate, pristine hands. They aren’t manicured or soft. These hands bear witness to the difficulty of a day’s work. They are carpenter’s hands. They are strong and severe, capable and skilled. They a…