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
earth. He harbored anger against them.
So, our question stands: what’s up with the wicked?
It’s important to understand that these people are living in a complete paradox to those who follow Christ. To them, the light of God’s truth is the enemy. They don’t know the light, they can’t understand it, and they close themselves tight to it.
In fact, the light scares them. It feels threatening, and they want absolutely nothing to do with it. Job 24:17 says “For all of them, midnight is their morning; they make friends with the terrors of darkness.”
It’s a total turning away, a binding to the opposite of what they truly need.
Anger set aside, I feel sorrow for them. How horrible it must be to shrink away at even a glimpse of the only true hope that’s available. To live in desperate dependence on the cover of the night. There’s not a shred of hope or peace there. Only the bursting thrill of sin: bright and exciting right away, but all too quickly snuffed out. Drifting away in a thin wisp of smoke. How desperate to always be rushing to re-ignite that thrill undercover.
How joyful I am to have a steady, bright torch I can hold high and unafraid in both night and day. A torch to radiate security and hope to those affected by the wicked—and the wicked themselves!
God’s truth to me is a light free of fear, an assurance of steadiness and goodness. It’s a motivation to do good, to abide in him, and a constant beckon for when I time and again stray and fall.
Even through heartbreak and hardship, even through the schemes and destruction of the wicked, I have this hope. I have this thread of security running under the surface of every circumstance, leading straight to the face of God.
So while it seems that the wicked prosper, while their violence is abhorrent and painful, remember this: They are living in nightmares, lives of desperate hiding and dependence on darkness. Their security is but a sham, a sad trickery from the enemy. It’s dismantled, destroyed, and dissipated so quickly.
How joyful I am to have God’s truth as a bright torch.
But God drags away the mighty by his power;
though they become established, they have no assurance of life.
He may let them rest in a feeling of security,
but his eyes are on their ways.
For a little while they are exalted, and then they are gone;
they are brought low and gathered up like all others;
they are cut off like heads of grain.
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!