Today I was reading a blog entry by Mark Nicks and this passage really resonated within me.
“I’ve been studying theology for two years now. People sometimes say that theology is cold and academic, that it has no basis in real life. But today, I’m so thankful for my theology. I’ve been mad this week, but I haven’t been mad at God. I know that all of this pain and hurt is part of the curse that we all live under as a result of sin. I know that death and pain and suffering are unnatural, and they are not part of God’s final plan. I know that Christ, the Redeemer, is going to come and make all things new. He will give us new bodies that are incorruptible, and he will wipe the tears from our eyes. Lord, haste the day. I don’t know that I’ve ever longed for redemption so badly.”
I feel so helpless watching those who have long been discouraged, continue in their struggles with no end in sight. How I wish I could exchange their misfortunes for provision and their burdens for peace. I feel so powerless. I am a doer, a fixer, and prayer-although it is all I can offer- just doesn’t seem enough. But it is.
Anything can be redeemed. Even this.
