With 2018 shrinking in the review
mirror, there can be absolutely no doubt that we live in a fallen world,
pockmarked by sin in every corner. There are times—seeming to occur more and
more often—when hope and the strength to endure get lost in the fear of terrorism,
the cruelty of debilitating diseases and addictions, and the wake of
destruction left behind by natural disasters. Sometimes, we feel like we just
don’t have a prayer…
What can possibly be said to the
parents of an infant killed during a tornado outbreak? Or to the wife of the
victim of a terrorist? To the person who must helplessly watch cancer slowly
steal a loved one's life?
It doesn’t seem fair to us that
some are made to suffer and others are not… Though realistically, and sadly,
you’d be hard-pressed to find a person alive on this Earth who has not been
hurt in some way by sin…
God, who is good and does not make
bad thing happens, gave us free will, the freedom to choose. And from the
very git-go (see Genesis 3), we humans have been making wrong choices,
the consequences of which have been compounding exponentially over the
generations; today we live in a society rife with sin (war, crime, pollution,
corruption, domestic abuse, infidelity, gender confusion, suicide, terrorism,
pornography, destruction of the very planet we live on…the list is growing).
Yet even though we often suffer at our own hand, we never suffer alone. We have
a God who knows more about suffering and the bad side of our human nature than
we will ever experience in a lifetime—that little baby in the manger will not
only be subjected to Man’s inhumanity, he will suffer a slow and painful death
with the sins of the world upon him. God in Jesus walked among us—and died for
us—to save us from ourselves.
We have a God—a Savior—who knows
us intimately, who has walked in our shoes (sandals), who not only can
sympathize with our suffering, but can empathize. And every
failure of humanity must still grieve him to his heart (see Genesis 6). Paul
reminds us (as he reminded the church in Corinth) that “we share abundantly in
Christ's sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.” (2
Corinthians 1:3-7)
Every New Year’s Day we look
ahead optimistically, with hope, resolutions, and promises to do better…until
the next let-down, the next affliction, the next act of violence, the next
catastrophe. By the time we’re brought to our knees, barely able to cry
“Uncle!”, we’re right back where we started, hope abandoned, strength sapped,
demanding answers from a distant, even disinterested God. But Hope will have
been there all along, riding out every storm the world brings upon us. My faith
not only comforts me, but reminds me daily that we can endure and overcome
because we are NEVER alone in Christ. (And my faith also reassures me that God's
will will never take me where God's will can't protect me.)
One of my heroes is German pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Below is a New
Year's poem of his from The Cost of Discipleship (published in
1937).
On
October 5th, 1944, Bonhoeffer was transferred to the main Gestapo
prison in Berlin. Although fully aware of what he
had to expect there, he was perfectly calm, saying goodbye to his friends as
though nothing had happened. In February, when the Gestapo prison in Berlin was
destroyed by an air raid, Bonhoeffer was taken to the concentration camp of
Buchenwald and from there to other places until he was executed by special
order of Himmler at the concentration camp at Flossenburg on April 9th, 1945,
just a few days before it was liberated by the Allies.
One of
the last messages received from him was a poem composed at the Gestapo prison
in Berlin during the very heavy air raids on Berlin. It was entitled "New
Year 1945" and reads as follows:
With every power for good to stay
and guide me,
comforted and inspired beyond all fear,
I'll live these days with you in thought beside me,
and pass, with you, into the coming year.
comforted and inspired beyond all fear,
I'll live these days with you in thought beside me,
and pass, with you, into the coming year.
The old year still torments our
hearts, unhastening:
the long days of our sorrow still endure.
Father, grant to the soul thou hast been chastening
that thou hast promised—the healing and the cure.
the long days of our sorrow still endure.
Father, grant to the soul thou hast been chastening
that thou hast promised—the healing and the cure.
Should it be ours to drain the
cup of grieving
even to the dregs of pain, at thy command,
we will not falter, thankfully receiving
all that is given by thy loving hand.
even to the dregs of pain, at thy command,
we will not falter, thankfully receiving
all that is given by thy loving hand.
But, should it be thy will once
more to release us
to life's enjoyment and its good sunshine,
that we've learned from sorrow shall increase us
and all our life be dedicate as thine.
to life's enjoyment and its good sunshine,
that we've learned from sorrow shall increase us
and all our life be dedicate as thine.
To-day, let candles shed their
radiant greeting:
lo, on our darkness are they not thy light,
leading us haply to our longed-for meeting?
Thou canst illumine e'en our darkest night.
lo, on our darkness are they not thy light,
leading us haply to our longed-for meeting?
Thou canst illumine e'en our darkest night.
That’s it for this month. May
your 2019 be so bright (with the light of Christ, that is) that you have to
wear shades!
The Lord bless you and keep you,
Pastor E.B.