Cornelius Plantinga's book on sin has a title that reflects reality: Not The Way It's Supposed To Be. No, it's not. And we know it. Some of us more than others. This morning, I've been thinking about people I know who are experiencing this reality in deep and distressing ways that I can't even begin to imagine. Not just one or two people. . . but a bunch. Today, these people are facing life-threatening illnesses, deadly disease, unknown diagnoses, relational breakdown, struggles with addiction, and the ongoing consequences of decisions made long ago. It seems like these things come in waves. . . you don't get hit in the head with a hammer or kicked in the stomach just once. . . it keeps happening and you get beat up. Echoes of the Psalmist's laments seem justified. . . "Where are you God???"
Last June, I blogged on suffering and included Robin Mark's song "All Is Well." A little over a month later, that song and its refrain was stuck in my head as I started my own recovery. That was one time I was grateful for a song getting stuck in my head. The depth of what I went through pales in comparison to the burdens friends are carrying this morning. Still, I'm hoping and praying that this message will minister to many today.
He does "lower us to raise us." Yes, "he raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap" (Psalm 113). May all my friends know God's grace, mercy, and peace today.