Why does death have to be? Why is there so much sadness and suffering? It’s all in each of our stories. Not a one of us has lived a long, joyous life with no heartbreaks or tears or brokenness to speak of. We’ve all lost something, been beaten down, physically and mentally.
We forget that sometimes, inflicting hurt onto each other, so it’s one big cycle. It’s one big loop of being hurt and creating the hurt that we’re all tired of, but can’t seem to stop.
I wonder, if there were no bad times, would there be happiness at all? Would we recognize it? I have asked myself this question for a long time, but I think I’ve finally realized the answer, and it’s yes. God created Paradise on earth where Adam and Eve walked with Him, loving each other and Him. And Heaven is like this too, just light and goodness however we imagine it. We all yearn for a place like that, so it must be, and we must all be meant for it.
How can such an invisible thing as sin be manifested in so many ways, and do so much destruction and damage? How much more will God sweep in, when it is time, and restore it all, to something wonderful and good and whole. One day He will.
Sometimes I want to live forever, so caught up on life that wiggles and pops and excites me of all its endless possibilities. But sometimes I desperately wish for Jesus to come back, to save us all, this very moment, so that one more child will not go hungry, there’ll be no more rapes, no more anger, no more death, no more brokenness, no more tears, no more anguish and grief. It’ll be over and gone -- like it never happened.
Jesus says in Isaiah 65:17, See, I will create new heavens and a new earth. The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind.
How amazing is that? Like the bad stuff never even happened ...
Isaiah goes on to say that God will rejoice and have joy in his people, the voice of weeping shall be no more heard, nor the voice of crying.
God is going to create that Paradise again, and it will be forever this time. This we can have hope for, when the world comes crashing down on us, and seems too much to bear.
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