Thursday, April 18, 2013

It will not last forever

It has been a strange week. Tragedy after tragedy, it seems, has rocked some portion of the country. Evil acts of terrorism have emerged. Assassination plots that would make for great Western movies have become reality. In the past seven days, here is a glimpse of what has gone on, state and nationwide:

This is all in the past seven days. How do we think about all this? How do we reconcile our knowledge of the goodness and sovereignty of God with the carnage all around us? These are tough things to think about, but Christians should keep one truth close to heart: our highest good will not happen here. Not on this earth. Our highest good and greatest blessing has been reserved for eternity, where it will never perish. All people perish on Earth—and some tragically—but the good we have waiting for us cannot be taken away, thanks to our blood-bought inheritance through Christ. Let that be an anchor for your soul. 

So, God will reveal fully his goodness and sovereignty in the end, when we are finally saved. That is where we take comfort, and that is how we glorify God here. We look at the evil and destruction around us and say "God is my refuge and strength. A mighty fortress in times of trouble." And we know that when we see Him, all will be most well. 

In thinking about these things, we should also be amazed that we even have the ability to know these things in real-time. Twitter, Facebook, blogs, and the rest provide us with instant access and footage of major events as they happen. This is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because we can contact loved ones, know how to pray, and be informed in the case of emergencies or national crises. A curse because many people rush to be the first one to offer opinion and commentary on those events—often without waiting until all the facts are in. 

Technology aside, however, this has been a tough week emotionally for many people. And for those of us watching at home, we share in the emotional turmoil—in bits and pieces—of all of these events. Through photos, raw video, and Twitter feeds we get to see and share things as they are, on the ground.  And we get to experience, partially, all of these events. Some we feel more strongly than others, but we feel them all. 

This morning, I found myself quietly crying at my desk, tears trickling down my cheeks, as I listened to a little girl scream for her daddy after she saw the explosion at West, Texas. "Dad, I can't hear! I can't hear! Get out of here. Please, get out of here. Dad!" I resonate with her plea. Yes, Father, take us out of here. It's all so broken

In the end, though, we know that the brokenness will not last forever. So be burdened, be sad, and mourn what is happening. But do so knowing that it is only temporary. One day there will be no need for such tears. 

2 comments:

  1. Great writing/content. Reminds me of Andrew Peterson's song: The Reckoning

    I can see the storm descending on the hill tonight
    Tall trees are bending to your will tonight
    Let the mighty bow down
    At the thundering sound of your voice

    I can hear the howling wind and feel the rain tonight
    Every drop a prophet in your name tonight
    And the words that they sing
    They are washing me clean, but

    How long until this curtain is lifted?
    How long is this the song that we sing?
    How long until the reckoning?

    And I know you hear the cries of every soul tonight
    You see the teardrops as they roll tonight
    Down the faces of saints
    Who grow weary and faint in your fields

    And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight
    But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight
    Down the faces of saints
    Who grow weary and faint in your fields

    And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight
    [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/reckoning-lyrics-andrew-peterson.html ]
    But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight
    I believe You will come
    Your justice be done, but how long?

    You are holiness and grace
    You are fury and rest
    You are anger and love
    You curse and you bless
    You are mighty and weak
    You are silence and song
    You are plain as the day,
    But you have hidden your face--
    For how long? How long?

    And I am standing in the stillness of the reckoning
    The storm is past and rest is beckoning
    Mighty God, how I fear you
    How I long to be near you, O Lord

    How long until the burden is lifted?
    How long is this the song that we sing?
    How long until the reckoning?
    And I know that I don't know what I'm asking
    But I long to look you full in the face
    I am ready for the reckoning

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  2. Thank you for the compliment! And I think that is a great song; Andrew Peterson is a superb lyricist.

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