I don’t know why he waits.
He has answers.
He has full joy and impenetrable peace.
Yet, somewhere he sits, knows our situation and waits.
Times like today, I don’t know why.
When hate, having prowled in the night has found a wiling host.
When anger has multiplied and met with just enough power for destruction.
When ignorance festers and grows unchecked alone.
I know He’s seen death. From Egypt to Calvary.
I know He’s felt it himself, endured it’s pain and watched friends affected.
Yet, still he waits.
I know that one day He will come.
That day will be good. But sometimes I wonder why he waits.
Eight and a half years ago, I rocked our first baby in a basement apartment and thought distinctly, “Lord, I’m glad you waited for this. For this baby to join us.”
As long as our Lord waits, there is good to be found. Not in every event (some things are all evil) but alongside them. Whatever the world looks like; babies will be born, people will find forgiveness, wounds will heal.
Today, as I asked the Lord how we ought to respond to such brutality and evil, this passage came to mind:
You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
You see? In places of darkness, you are the light. Go to the vigils and be a presence of hope. In conversations find ways to respond with love. I am proud of the Cross, because it sends all of you out to be light in the world until Jesus comes back.