Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2013 in Uncategorized
As he hung on the cross Jesus Christ quoted Psalm 22: Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” which means “My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?”
God asked God, “Where are you God?”
As we watch the news, view the video footage, listen to the radio hosts rant, discuss the events with others and ask our questions of God, it’s important to remember we are NOT alone. Pain and painful events make us ask the hard questions when life goes very, very wrong.
Christopher J. H. Wright, in his wonderful book, The God I Don’t Understand feels as frustrated as you and I do.
“There are things I don’t understand about God that leave me angry or grieved, because they were, or still are, horrible and inexplicable. All of us struggle to make sense of the presence of evil in the midst of God’s good creation (though perhaps we are not meant to, and never can, “make sense” of evil; the very essence of evil is the negation of all goodness – and “sense” is a good thing. In the end, evil does not and cannot “make sense”).”
Christopher Wright, is a Bible-believing PhD theologian, and he still he asks some of the same questions we do.
“There are things I don’t understand about God that leave me morally disturbed. Some of these are things that happen in the Bible itself, and especially in the Old Testament. There is a great deal of violence – violent acts, violent words, violent metaphors…Is there any way we can interpret such things that is consistent with what the rest of the Bible tells us about the character of God?”
On some level I wish I understood God better. On another level, I would hate to have a God that my finite mind could.
Other Things I Don’t Understand
My wife and I are having a conversation about sex trafficking. She can’t understand why men can buy and sell young girls and women. I can’t either, but I can understand why they think they can.
People do what they do because somehow, some way, their hopelessness craves for hope.
Someone bombed the Boston Marathon yesterday. Someone, somehow found some level of hope in creating horror for someone else.
In the midst of their pain they look for solace.
In the midst of their illogic is some small amount of logic.
In the midst of their lies is a grain of truth.
That grain of truth is what they grasp onto and that allows them to justify their choices.
“God, help us all, overcome our doubts and distorted thinking,” is mysilentscream.