Let God Finish His Work - June 5, 2020

Suppose I invited you to experience the day of your dreams. Twenty-four hours on an island paradise with your favorite people, food, and activities.  The only stipulation?  You’ll need to begin the day with one millisecond of distress.  Would you accept my offer?  I think you would. A moment is nothing compared to twenty-four hours.  Compared to eternity, what is seventy, eighty, ninety years?  A finger snap compared to heaven.

We point to our sick child, crutches, or famine.  “This makes no sense!”  Yet of all of his creation, how much have we seen?  Of all his work, how much do we understand?  A doorway peephole. What if God’s answer to the question of suffering requires more megabytes than our puny minds have been given?  Let God finish his work.  The forecast is simple.  We have some good days, we have some bad days, but God is in all days.