All creation groans.
How we long to wish it all away. Pull out the plastic, thinking the bill will get paid. Risk the vulnerability thinking this time will be right. Shut off the news, thinking it's all so far away, not here.
But the pain is here. The trouble is at our doorstep. The world is not right.
So is God unloving, unkind, cruel?
Why do we lay the marring of the creation at the creators feet?
We are in the midst of a horrible rebellion. The universe groans because of our siding with then enemy. Now we must defect the rebel cause or die. Forever.
But while our acceptance in the Kingdom is assured by His blood, the battles wage on.
We cannot expect a dinner party in the midst of a war zone.
But we do. And then we are appalled when the bombshells rattle the china to the floor. And rail at our Liberator instead of despising the ultimate rebel.
But there is coming a day. When we shall be with Him and like Him, for We shall see him as He is.
"Then we shall be where we would be;
Then we shall be what we should be;
Things which are not now, nor could be,
Then shall be our own."
Praise the Savior, Ye Who Know Him (song lyrics)