Sometimes the reality is that the world and /or my world turn bad. There’s a lot to make us feel bad.
There are lots of current examples, among them:
- people still waiting for news of loved ones after the disappearance of flight MH730;
- people buried in mudslides in Washington State USA;
- people wondering what is going to happen politically next in places like Ukraine, Syria and Egypt (just to name a few);
- people all around the world seeking new places to live because of what is happening in their countries.
Then there’s the other reality. I believe that God is over all, just, true, gracious and merciful. Sometimes I get frustrated that he doesn’t just fix everything.
So I live in the tension between these realities. Maybe that’s just what having faith means.