“…do I tell her this- that there is enough loveliness, enough beauty, enough love in the world- enough food in this world- if we would just share? That the problem of evil in the world isn’t a problem for proof of God- but a problem of our own turned inward hearts.”
In this time of terror and fear, this time of heartache and famine, of finger pointing and political games, viewed and discussed again and again…the begging for proof of a God who cares comes up.
A God who sees and watches over and protects.
We got that, but we also got a God who gave us free will, we are not blind followers or prisoners chained. WE are His chosen -if we chose. We are his hands and feet.
And yet we too often we follow lies, and fears, and its easier to believe he doesn’t care and we must protect our own.
He is the God who amply provides. He gives, and yes he takes away. But he is good, and it leaves only one option to me.
We are either instruments of love or instruments of evil. Every choice we make can be narrowed down to this.
And with evil so publicly broadcast it is easier to believe the truths of evil, to believe evil triumphs, to believe we must hunker down and take care of ourselves first.
But I chose long ago to believe in a savior born lowly to transform this world, to conquer sin.
That evil will not, does not, triumph despite the battles raging.
My God is good so I will continue to be that good, to spread the love the most and best I can. And I will not be afraid.
It is not my nature, or my truth.