>Bad things happen. Bad people often make those bad things happen.
While reading a section of “Half The Sky” by Nick Kristoff I became overwhelmed. I was beyond grieved by the evil that is done in this world. It is incomprehensible the damage that one creature of God can commit to another creature of God. How could one made in the image of that all loving deity destroy the body of another? I will never understand. I had to put the book down on the nightstand. I had to place another volume atop it. I had to turn off the light.
I had to pray.
God, make me forget what I just read. I don’t want to think about it again.
The Heavenly Father answered my prayer with a clear and devastating “no”.
He wants me to keep that in my heart. He wants that heart to break for His beloveds who are hurt. And so, I must be mindful.
I decided to think of the hope that those victims have. The missionaries that can assist them. Education is spreading across the globe. And that learning is changing so many of these terrible acts of violence, dominance and exploitation.
Ah. That’s better.
The next day I was driving. David Crowder was singing of the love of God. Oh, how He loves us. I was struck by how undeserved I was of that adoration. I was moved at the measure of His great love for the widow, the orphan, the marginalized, the abused. Yeah, He loves us all.
He loves us…all? All? No, Lord. Not ALL of us. Not the dark, evil, cruel enemies.
No. Please, God, no.
“Yes” the Holy Spirit whispered. “I love them too. And you must also.”
A wave of humility flowed over me. I was hit by my own depravity. I am a sinner. In that sin I am an enemy of Christ.
My sin. The sin of others. It all gathers together in a mess of muck. It is putrid, disgusting, horrifying. And it all…all…all is what Jesus came to defeat.
He loves us. Oh, how He loves us all.
>I am just a little different.
One would think that a 32 year old woman would have figured this out 25 years ago. But…like I said…I’m different.
Can I just tell you that this realization was earth shattering. That I didn’t see this knowledge coming. I ended up in a crisis of ideology for which I hadn’t planned (does anyone ever plan such a crisis??).
To me the world is ripe with possibility! That people are generally good…and full of good intentions! That we all have such great jobs to do to better this world! Exclamation point…exclamation point…exclamation point! ! !
After all, what does the Gospel say? Don’t worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will be taken care of! There is an abundant life for you in Christ! And if tomorrow is a tough day and that abundance seems to be slow coming…well, there’s always that place that Jesus is going to prepare for us!
So, smile! Rejoice in all things! Be that bright, sparkling, beautiful light! We’re all going to be okay!
For 32 years I believed that everyone held these sunny ideals.
But, golly gee, Pollyanna…was I ever wrong.
After listening to negativity spew from a sister Christian I realized that she didn’t think of the world the way I did. She saw the world through very, very different eyes.
And then my eyesight changed too.
I started seeing people doubt that life would ever be good. Friends who questioned the love of Jesus. Family members who are stuck in the muck of hopelessness.
Suddenly I realized that I was not like most people.
I felt like a periwinkle peacock among a world of vibrant blues and greens. I was similar…but not quite the same.
What was wrong with me? Should I change? Might realism make me more equipped to face this broken world?
And then the answers came.
Oh, thank You, Holy Spirit for Your comfort!
Nothing was wrong with me! I should embrace the way I was created in the Lord’s image! He has given me the tools to journey through this crazy, pain-filled, roaming people. And one of those God given tools was a belief that this world can be a better place to the Glory of God!
So, here I am. I don’t ask you to agree with me. I don’t expect you to like me (although that would be nice).
All I ask is that you allow me to fight for a better world.