There are an ocean of questions that my heart often delivers to my mouth, in the full knowledge that reconciliation is unlikely.
My faith is not a bulletproof marketing campaign that was designed to withstand a political slanging match. The bible was never written to prove or disprove carbon dating, the theory of relativity or a scientific journal of humanity.
I can understand free will and the consequences that arrive with making choices, however I am still broken when I see poverty. I wish God would intervene on this planet and end global poverty, crime, pain and hurt. My heart is crushed when I contemplate the state of this world. I want Him to engage with the little girl in the red coat. Save her. Save them. Where were You then? Where were you when the clowns took control? Where were You when my best friend lives their whole life following You diligently only to experience a pain that bruises her soul. Where were You?
My faith is not linear and one dimensional. I must be able to question aspects without the whole structure crumbling. If I am not able to examine my faith honestly then I may as well forget about it all.
The forum is encouraged by Him. Do not tow the party line. Do not speak what is expected of you. Speak from the heart. Always. Job did, The Psalms did, Habakkuk did.
I still have an ocean of questions and yet I still have a peace that His hope sustains me. Quiets my soul, revives my heart. Provides me with the framework of being human again in an inhuman world.
