Not because I read it on a coffee cup or a Christian bookmark. Not because I just believe that sentence so that I don't have to face reality. If I believe that God is the author, creator, King of everything, then I believe that there is a grand purpose for everything. And that doesn't necessarily mean the same thing for me and for Him. I think He sees the big picture and I only see the 75 or so years that I get of my life. I haven't really said much about last Friday's news, mainly because how do you even process something like that? When all you hear in the news lately are shootings in schools, movie theaters, malls, football stadiums. Do I think our gun laws could stand to be looked at? Absolutely, let's look into it and see if something can't be changed so that everyone isn't running around with a rifle in their hand. Maybe the media needs to chill out and in some cases stop idolizing violence in our country. I mean I agree with some of that stuff and if something, anything, can be done to get it under control then I say let's go. But what happened in Connecticut wasn't a gun law's fault. It wasn't the media putting fun ideas in people's heads. What happened was a result of anger and hate. Not much we can do about that one outside of Christ.
Why does a God who loves us SO much allow stuff like this happen? I have no idea. I don't know why He thinks I deserve a bed each night, food to eat everyday and people who love me either. My only thought is that sin is huge. It effects everyone, it's in everyone, and it will never leave us until we leave this life. There has to be something more than these few years full of pain and crazy that we get. We had to have been created for something greater, because God loves us SO much. He won't leave us alone to all this. But until then, He's all we've got.
"So we groan in this great darkness
Are we alone in this great darkness?
Are we alone in this great darkness?
If nature's red in tooth and in claw
Then it seems to me that she's an outlaw
'Cause every death is a question mark
At the end of the book of a beating heart
And the answer is scrawled in the silent dark
On the dome of the sky in a billion stars
But we cannot read these angel tongues
And we cannot stare at the burning sun
And we cannot sing with these broken lungs
So we kick in the womb and we beg to be born
Deliverance!
Deliverance, O Lord!"
Then it seems to me that she's an outlaw
'Cause every death is a question mark
At the end of the book of a beating heart
And the answer is scrawled in the silent dark
On the dome of the sky in a billion stars
But we cannot read these angel tongues
And we cannot stare at the burning sun
And we cannot sing with these broken lungs
So we kick in the womb and we beg to be born
Deliverance!
Deliverance, O Lord!"
-Andrew Peterson, Come Back Soon
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