My friend wrote a post Longing
for Things to be Made Right and it inspired thoughts in the
middle of the night that I've been mulling around for long and short times.
Below is the beginning of her post and then my refined comments.
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"For the past month, I've found myself
saying these words more and more often.
It's been 285 days since we've had measurable snowfall in Chicago. It's not right.
It's getting harder and harder to find foods in the form in which God made them. It's not right.
Two of my good friends are struggling under the weight of chronic illness which, among other sadnesses, compromises their ability to care for their children. It's not right.
A little boy, less than six months old, has a near brush with death because of a brain tumor. It's not right.
Twenty children die in an elementary school shooting. It's not right.
The world is broken. Creation is unraveling. Things are not the way they are supposed to be.
Repay evil with evil or overcome evil with good? Seek vengeance or forgiveness? Doubt everything and everyone or trust? Come to terms with what is or seek change? Preserve and protect or let go? Save or give? Despair or hope? These are the tensions that we live into every day. Since the dawn of time, human hearts have been conflicted.
Recently, my kids are getting to the age when they're asking the perennial questions of evil. "God can control the weather, so why doesn't He stop hurricanes? Why doesn't God wipe out the mosquitoes that cause malaria? Ordinary mosquitoes are bad enough! Why do we have to get the flu? Why do people shoot each other?" Different clothes on the same question body... "Why are things so broken?" It's not right.
And my heart aches... because it's true. Things are so broken. The world is not the way it's supposed to be. It's not right....."
It's been 285 days since we've had measurable snowfall in Chicago. It's not right.
It's getting harder and harder to find foods in the form in which God made them. It's not right.
Two of my good friends are struggling under the weight of chronic illness which, among other sadnesses, compromises their ability to care for their children. It's not right.
A little boy, less than six months old, has a near brush with death because of a brain tumor. It's not right.
Twenty children die in an elementary school shooting. It's not right.
The world is broken. Creation is unraveling. Things are not the way they are supposed to be.
Repay evil with evil or overcome evil with good? Seek vengeance or forgiveness? Doubt everything and everyone or trust? Come to terms with what is or seek change? Preserve and protect or let go? Save or give? Despair or hope? These are the tensions that we live into every day. Since the dawn of time, human hearts have been conflicted.
Recently, my kids are getting to the age when they're asking the perennial questions of evil. "God can control the weather, so why doesn't He stop hurricanes? Why doesn't God wipe out the mosquitoes that cause malaria? Ordinary mosquitoes are bad enough! Why do we have to get the flu? Why do people shoot each other?" Different clothes on the same question body... "Why are things so broken?" It's not right.
And my heart aches... because it's true. Things are so broken. The world is not the way it's supposed to be. It's not right....."
The author goes on to talk about people's sinful choices and God's good news. I agree that people make
sinful choices that leads to a lot of the problems in the world, but
I suspect that the story is a little bit deeper......so I commented:
I liked your post a lot. It sounds
like you're having some good discussions with your boys. :) I like
that they think deeply about things. I too wonder many of those same
questions.
I wonder why did God make us so that we
have to struggle to learn? Why does learning to walk mean we have to
fall down? Why is it that we learn as much or more from our mistakes
than our successes? Are some of the 'not right' things about our
world simply because we as a human race are still learning to walk? I
suspect that God is not nearly upset about our failures as we are.
Like a parent holding a child's hand he knows that the growing
process is hard, but has complete confidence that one day we'll 'get
it'. That his sadness over our falleness is like a parent trying to
comfort a child who lost his balance. Our problem in walking is not
thwarting God's ability to take us where we need to go. He knows the
way and is patient beyond all measure. And when we get too tired to
walk any more, when we lose faith in taking another step, he just
picks us up and carries us and we see his miraculous hand at work.
But for the most part, God would prefer if we would keep trying to
put one foot in front of the other even if it's 'not right' and we
fall down.
I believe that much of the brokenness of
creation is because we haven't yet learned how to be the image
bearers of God. We need to discover the good that God put in each and
every part of creation, including mosquitoes and malaria. (I had an
idea about malaria bearing mosquitoes: maybe the mosquitoes are tiny
vaccinators which haven't been given the right vaccine? Maybe it's
our job to give the mosquitoes the vaccine(s)? It might be a
preferable way to build up immunity than going to the Dr's office.)
I've been struggling with understanding
what is 'right' and I've been comparing and contrasting John the
Baptist and Jesus. Each had high praise of the other. Each were
prophets. Each were filled with the Holy Spirit from before birth.
Each were on a mission to usher in the Kingdom of God. Both preached
repentance and changed behavior. Each were killed for their their
beliefs, for standing up to the powers of their day. And yet they
were so different...
John the Baptist lived a Nazarite vow.
He abstained from anything impure to the point of avoiding eating
food raised through injustice. Jesus, on the other hand, went where
he was invited and ate what was set in front of him. While John's
criticism of hypocrites was backed up by a holy life, Jesus criticism
of hypocrites was backed up by a holy God that still wanted to
connect with his sinful creation. Christ's righteousness was in his
grace, therefore he was a friend of sinners and drunkards.
I can make rules for myself that could
guide me in living a life that loved my neighbor as myself, but if I
think more about the rules than the people for which the rules are
made to respect then there will come situations where I am not truly
loving my neighbor. I can make the rule that I should not burn
fossil fuels because of how it endangers the lives of millions (or
billions). But if my neighbor is having a heart attack and the
quickest way to the hospital is to drive a fossil burning car and my
neighbor dies because I chose a slower non fossil fueled alternative
then I didn't really love my neighbor. If I don't love the neighbor
who I can see, touch, interact with, then do I really love any of the
persons endangered by climate change? Or am I only loving my view of
my self?
The resurrection proves that grace is a
deeper kind of justice; a deeper kind of right-eousness. Through
grace what was wrong is made right: the blind see, the deaf hear, the
lame walk, the prisoner is set free. Grace picks us up. Sets us on
our feet. Brushes the dirt off. Kisses the wound. And sets us on the
path again. And again. And again.
We may be brilliant at logic,
philosophy, or theology, but until we see ourselves as others see us, we will probably always come short of loving our neighbor as
ourselves. We will probably always think that we know what is right,
rather than depending on God to show us the need in our neighbor that
we can love.





