This Too Shall Be Made Right

In my Google Docs account I have about a half dozen blog posts in various stages of production. They include reflections on the brokenness of the world, the problem of evil, thoughts on the fact that I didn't fight in The Crusades, and reflections on feeling stuck between the church and the world. I expect all of them to be written eventually, but not tonight. All of those posts need to "simmer" a little longer.

But all of these future posts have a theme running through them - the need to have a long view of time, God's love and God's judgment. I have hope in a God who will someday set this world right, and that hope allows me to keep my head straight in this world filled with injustice, suffering and death. I am not God, and isn't that a beautiful, hopeful thing.

A Prayer For The Fifteenth Day Of Lent

Lord, we do not understand your love or your judgement. We do not understand why the poor are always with us. We do not understand why violence reigns. We do not understand why the world is the way it is.

Lord, remind us that you are in control. Remind us that you sent your son to provide a way out of our brokenness and sin. Remind us that you are not bound by our concepts of time. Remind us that you will fix this broken world. Remind us that you are God.

Lord, in your mercy

Hear our prayer

This Too Shall Be Made Right

By Derek Webb

people love you the most for the things you hate

and hate you for loving the things that you cannot keep straight

people judge you on a curve

and tell you you’re getting what you deserve

this too shall be made right

children cannot learn when children cannot eat

stack them like lumber when children cannot sleep

children dream of wishing wells

whose waters quench all the fires of Hell

this too shall be made right

the earth and the sky and the sea are all holding their breath

wars and abuses have nature groaning with death

we say we’re just trying to stay alive

but it looks so much more like a way to die

this too shall be made right

there’s a time for peace and there is a time for war

a time to forgive and a time to settle the score

a time for babies to lose their lives

a time for hunger and genocide

this too shall be made right

I don’t know the suffering of people outside my front door

I join the oppressors of those who i choose to ignore

I’m trading comfort for human life

and that’s not just murder it’s suicide

this too shall be made right