More questions than answers

What do you think about when you see this image?

And this one?

What about this?

What about these ladies?

And these men?  What do you think when you see them?

What's the difference between them?  The first image is from the protests and crisis in Libya.  The second is of the tsunami wreckage in Japan.  And then you see a little boy standing in the smoke that is the result of mass genocide in Rwanda.  Those feisty looking ladies with the bedazzled glasses were a part of Civil Rights protests in the States.  And this scraggly group of men were in a concentration camp during the Holocaust.

So, what's the difference?  And how are they similar?  Does it matter?

What are we doing about it?  What have we done about it?  And how are we doing it?  Is that right?  Or should we have done it differently?  Should we do it differently now?  What have we learned?  What does your neighbor say about it?  What about your president? How about the Democrats?  And the Republicans?  Does it matter?  What would your grandma think about it?  And your kids?  What about our votes, our resources?  And our hearts and minds, what about those?

What does God think of it all?  Can you see him in these images?

These days I have more questions than answers.  I still can't fully reconcile these images, these events, these people with the all-powerful, loving God I spoke with this morning. But I'll end the day with my faith intact, knowing I'd rather go it with the God I don't fully understand than with no one at all.

There are three things I believe to be true about all this:  

First, that God weeps with us.  
Second, I imagine that God is weary of being called down on both sides of an argument.
And thirdly, love wins.

1 comment:

  1. Those last three things are simply beautiful. Thank you for that!