Perhaps we wouldn’t have to work so hard to trust the fulfillment of His good promises if we wouldn’t soften the harshness of the severe. For it is in the contrast of these two where clarity is created, and we trust all the easier the depths of love pouring forth mercy from both...Herein lies the spectacle of mercy. Mercy fulfills all of Gods promises.
We applaud, cheer and post incessantly on movies and songs that speak of the worth of the broken. We pour money into watching people play a character whose told they should be ashamed of who they are, but in the end shuts down shame with courage. We make quotes and photos of those we call brave who dare to sing, “This is me!” Yet in this very good use of creativity, we have somehow fallen into categorizing which brokenness is worth our fight and which is not.
Living through Psalm 23 “Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.” It smothers. It’s a darkness and heaviness and dread like no other. It’s real. It’s so real that the word “terrified” only seems to brush the surface of its depths. Your throat fills, your … Continue reading In the Face of Evil