broken world

Articles like this remind me of our broken world.

God sees all. God is omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent. All knowing. Ever present. All powerful. At times, I smolder with indignation that He could fix all things, but He seems to hold back from doing so.

I am learning, as this week's post declared. Yes, frustration rises within me and almost eclipses the call to pray. But I am learning to pray anyway. Why? Because prayer changes things.

Yes, I have questions that have yet to be answered about pain and sorrow on this side of heaven. But I am learning to believe His Word when He says He is just. I am reminded that one day, every knee shall bow to Him; every tongue confess that He is LORD. The story is not over, but the ending is sure.

Yes, I am tempted to shy away from international news about violence, famine, war, and disease.
My heart could easily become hardened, faithless, cold, and unbelieving as a result of too much reality. Yet I know a better way.

As I go about my peaceful business this day, I endeavor to hold a piece of the grief of this world in my heart. May it season me, move me, allow me to grow in gratitude, and make me a world-changer. May it move the weakest muscle in my body (the one that reaches into my wallet) to write a check. May I be mindful that we live in a big, wide world that needs Him desperately.

Are you with me?