There is evil in this world. That’s not a pretty sentence, but it’s reality. It’s easy to see. Turn on the news for a few minutes and you’ll feel your heart weighed down by it.
I find myself truly at a loss. How can people be so brutal, cause so much pain and death? How can they disregard sacred life with such violence, but thrive regardless?
It turns out that a man in the Bible, Job, was battling with the same questions. He felt the evil of this world in full force. He understood that wicked people often prosper while Christ-followers suffer, and he wasn’t too happy about it. He repeatedly incited God to give the wicked what they deserve, to punish them for the destruction they bring to this
I didn’t sleep much the night before moving to college last year. I remember lying in bed, picturing all my boxed-up stuff sitting in the car. My room at home now so bare and impersonal. I pictured the room I’d be moving into the next morning. Boxy and small. I pictured the campus, so enormous and confusing in my mind. The masses of people. Horrible ice breaker games. Awkward conversations. I pictured the impossible classes and stern professors. Picturing, thinking, worrying, analyzing. . . It was not good.
“Enough of that,” you’re thinking. And I agree. Why in the world would I choose to sit down and write about this nervous night?
Oh, we humans are so easily offended. And I’m not just talking about democrats or republicans, conservatives or liberals. It’s all of us. Whether the issue is a huge political decision or just a Facebook post, it seems we’ve gotten more and more touchy over time.
It’s not exactly fun, is it? Taking offense at everything is tiring. It pushes us to angry actions and embarrassment. It’s just all-round not that great.
But where does it come from? Why have we become so easily offended?
Tonight, I lost my friend’s apartment keys so hopelessly that I was sure they were gone for good. I dug to the bottom of every purse, backpack, and car glove box I could find. It was not fun. I would have been annoyed about losing my own keys, but losing someone else’s was downright anxiety-inducing.
I finally gave up and took a shower, where I realized I could (and hadn’t yet) prayed about it.
Let me ask, do you struggle with praying about little things? I know I do. I usually feel silly about asking God to move in the normal annoyances and problems of daily life.
Hello! I'm Anna, a college student living in the Midwest. I'm a strong believer in uncontrollable laughter, powerful words, and a morning cup of coffee. I pray these posts will encourage you to live a full life with and for God: unhindered. Look forward to new posts every Monday morning!