Today is Awakening–our Women’s Ministry conference. I’m doing a break out session on the question of suffering. “Where is God when it hurts?” So, I’ve re-wrestled with the issues for some time now. Honestly, it’s been a while since I had to deal with the issue directly (thankfully).
Then it happened yesterday. No, not a tragedy in my life–in the life of people I know. A phone call led to a blog entry from a friend, former teacher and colleague. His cancer is growing. The prediction is…2 years. I wrote him…I wrote his son…I prayed.
An hour later the phone rang. A baby in crisis. Probably won’t live. Young mom. Pain!!!
A few minutes later–an email. Recovery isn’t happening. In fact, more surgery to follow. What seemed like a simple procedure has led to multiple procedures. Then, another email–another patient. This one’s better, but it’s still the account of recurring cancer.
One of the staff stuck his head in the door. I told, “I’m not answering the phone again today.” I don’t want to think about this any more. It never seems to end…
You know where this is going. Another email this morning. Friends on the mission field. Pray for our team. Some college students were scheduled to arrive for a short term mission trip. One of their members had just learned of the murder/suicide of her parents. Devastation.
We live in a fallen world. It’s full of pain. Enough for us all. It never seems to end…because it never will end…at least not in this life.
I’m led back to the somewhat obscure book of Habakkuk:
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the land fail
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.
(3:16-17)

