All that I’m now going through
Will make me better or bitter,
Break down or break through,
Learning patience – it takes so much patience.
It’s a great education,
But why is the tuition so high?
Why, God, Why?
Brian
McLaren
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I wish it were easy
I wish the formulas worked
Bad things happen to bad people
Blessings are poured out on the good
Love wins
If you just have enough faith, all will be well
I wish there were five holy hops to happiness
But frankly, it’s a mess
A liar is believed
Cruelty is justified
Injustice and racism (they go together) are endemic
Bad things happen to good people
And blessings flow down on the brutal rich
Black and White is BS
Gray is the way
It is
I am tired of missiles killing children
Liars being believed
Good people blindly following and supporting bad people
War being made in the name of peace
Evil being perpetrated in the name of God
It would be so easy to get bitter
Hate filled
Despondent
It would be so easy to stop
And sit
Immobile
In the valley of the shadow of death
Frozen
Lamenting
Why, why God, have you forsaken us?
Uncomforted
Life is a lumpy, ripped, ragged mess
It is so tempting to build naïve theologies
Where all is nice and clean
And logical
To mutter reassuring banalities
But life intercedes
And we realize it is beyond our understanding
And we are perplexed
Anxious
Questioning
Why?
Have you forgotten us completely,
God,
If you are there?
I have no easy answers.
The formulas lie shattered and useless
And yet, I am still casting my questions
Into the darkness
My God, My God
Why?
Hoping, trusting, believing?
That Love is there.
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