(P.S. I haven’t blogged here in a while, I hope Jimmy doesn’t mind that I slapped this one up).
Yesterday I held a newborn boy. He was nearly perfect.
I also took my daughters horseback riding at a farm where a little five year old boy lives. He’s dying. There’s a good chance he won’t see the end of next month.
Last night I found out another little baby boy died. He was still born. His parents have been trying to have kids for years. They buried him on his due date.
Life is hard. I’ve had my share of hard times. Compared to kids dying though, they seem like nothing.
It seems that it’s always a matter of perspective. I mean, have you ever just asked yourself, “Who Cares? Who cares about this whole stupid mess?” Certainly the Psalmist did time and again.
Then of course there is the issue of Theology. There’s the issue of people who have no idea what to say, feeling like they have to say something. There is the issue of what is said usually being not all that helpful.
I’m convinced all of our stories were meant to be told together. We need each other.
And yet people hurt us.
There’s so much hurt and anger in this world of ours. So much about life that doesn’t make sense. Can I be honest with you? I think one of the biggest problems we have with God is that there is a lot to Him that we can’t understand. Oh we want to. We rail and scream against our lack of control but at the end of the day we simply cannot wrap our brains around this Divinity.
I think that’s the problem. We refuse to admit there is some ambiguity. We want certainty where God demands faith and obedience. One of my friends lamented to me that there is just sometimes where God doesn’t make sense. I couldn’t agree enough. We can’t see God. We cant’ touch God. I think that’s why God tells us we need each other.
Sometimes, we simply have to trust in God’s character, not our ability to explain Him.