Being Human

Sometimes there is such injustice (execution of Tyler Davis) and justice (release of 2 hikers in Iran) in this world that my soul gets rattled beyond belief. I question God and ask if He really knows what we’re going through down here. If he sees the two bodies hanging on the bridge in Mexico, if he looks into the eyes of the famished babies in Africa, if he witnesses the people being hit by the plane at the airshow over and over and OVER again. I ask because we are bombarded with these images every. single. day.

As quickly as I question Him, He answers back. This came in an email at work from our Prayer Chain:

The one to whom we pray knows our feelings. He knows our temptation. He has felt discouraged. He has been hungry and sleepy and tired…He nods in understanding when we pray in anger…He smiles when we confess our weariness…He cares when we are hurting…He, too, knew the drone of the humdrum and the weariness that comes with long days…God became flesh and dwelt among us.


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