Monday, July 10, 2017
good vs evil ~ whole vs broken
"My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts," says the LORD.
"And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.
For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts."
Isaiah 55:8-9
"You must give up your right to decide what is
good and evil on your own terms."
The Shack
why is this so puzzling?
why so hard to accept?
one moment the words
make perfect sense.
the next...unattainable.
does it not come down to
the issue of control?
for being able to name
to label
to classify
to categorize
gives a semblance
of that control
we so long for.
and not necessarily
in a negative connotation.
we long to remove the pain
the hurt
the tears
from those
we love.
we long to mend
that which is
b r o k e n
but is it really that simple?
by whose definition do we decide
what is good and what is evil?
and if something meant only
for good actually ends up
hurting someone, is it
still good or has it now
become evil?
and the reverse as well...
what if something so clearly
meant for evil actually
casts a glow of beauty
on another
situation or person?
is it still evil?
is it still bad?
or has it become good?
I have spent
countless hours
trying to remove
that which appears
to be bad from my life
and the lives
of those I love.
picking up broken pieces.
trying to put them back
together.
yet all the while,
am I not trying to 'help' God (at best)
or 'be' God (at worst)?
I cannot see what He sees.
I don't hold the world in my hands.
I can't begin to know
what is best for
either myself or anyone else.
yet. I. try.
so for today,
for this moment,
(I know myself well enough
to know I will have to repeat
this many times a day)
I simply gather the
broken pieces and
gently place them
in the hands of the One
who knows each minuscule detail
of each life's story line.
and I do this with
incredible hope,
knowing that
broken
pieces
are not reason
for despair.
rather they
are reason
for anticipation,
knowing that His greatest
work begins when I surrender
the pieces of my life,
along with the pieces of
the lives which have been
impacted by my own brokenness,
into His outstretched hands.
and grace
covers
even that which
appears shattered
beyond recognition.
this. is. our. God.
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