Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do good things happen to bad people? Why do things happen period? I look at this world, and I see so much hurt. People are crying out in Ferguson, men and women die from ISIS, children die of starvation, families are broken, pain is rampant. I understand Solomon a little bit more when he says, "Vanity of vanities, everything is a vanity."
A few weeks ago I was introduced to the book of Job in a completely new way. It was a song, and I'll provide the link at the end of this post. But in the song, God is basically saying, "Where were you the day that I measured, sunk the base, and stretched the line over the earth and carved out its cornerstone." In a moment of clarity, it felt like God was directing this question at me, Where were you Jacob? Did you create the sun and the stars, tell the ocean where to stop, have I seen where the ocean starts, or do I know the intricacies of nature? Humbled, I sit down and listen instead of talk.
I hate this feeling of helplessness, hopelessness, and pain. Some days it is like someone tore a little part of my heart out and stomped on it. When I feel these overwhelming feelings, I run to God and sometimes I yell at him, "Why did you do this? Why is this happening?" Other times, I just want God to tell me that its all going to be okay.
A few weeks ago I was introduced to the book of Job in a completely new way. It was a song, and I'll provide the link at the end of this post. But in the song, God is basically saying, "Where were you the day that I measured, sunk the base, and stretched the line over the earth and carved out its cornerstone." In a moment of clarity, it felt like God was directing this question at me, Where were you Jacob? Did you create the sun and the stars, tell the ocean where to stop, have I seen where the ocean starts, or do I know the intricacies of nature? Humbled, I sit down and listen instead of talk.
It almost sounds rude, but it shows me something. I, Jacob Bush, am not the center of this universe. I, Jacob Bush, am not the center of salvation. But God chose me and loves me. So, these things that I speak of, I don't understand. I feel pain and sorrow, but God is bigger than that pain and sorrow and he is going to work through that.
I have spoken of that which I don't understand. Things too wonderful for me. One of the most frustratingly beautiful passages of scripture I have ever read.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLf_Nlukra0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLf_Nlukra0
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