When it is Dark


Today’s post is definitely a mere musing.   If there is any spiritual insight in it, it is incidental.  In the 1970s a musical called “Godspell” came out.  One of its numbers was titled “All for the Best.”  It has such phrases as “[you] feel under a curse, your life is sad, your prospects are worse. . . your temples are graying, your teeth a decaying, creditors are weighing your purse.” Life for many people feels that way from time to time, and for some – much of the time.  The Psalmist felt it too.  In a passage (yes a foreshadowing of Christ’s suffering but nevertheless his own experience as well), he cries out “why God are you so far from my cries?”

Jesus promises that God only wishes us good. In Luke 11:11-12 we read: 11 If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if [he ask] a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent? 12 Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?

God as a Father provides good.  So why do we suffer?  Why are the first three centuries of the church “the age a martyrs?”  Such questions perplex us.

The account of Job, while I am sure our sufferings lack the same root as his, does give us one ray of clear hope.  God is God, and He will reward us for any of our earthly hardships.  Does that make it easy?  Probably not, but in our suffering we are still loved, by God and His children.  We are not tested beyond endurance (though it might seem it), and in the end “its all for the best.”

Again reflections and musings, not great attempt at giving theological proofs.  But as I work through these issues, I will share any additional insights.  Till then as always, please keep me in your prayers.


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