Today was one of those days for me when the not-rightness of the world is all that I could see. You know--like the inability to bridge a gap in relationships, the reality that some prosecutors care very little about justice, the seeming distance between God and so many people, or the fact that my father died and my mom has to move all her stuff into storage until she figures out what to do next... I could go on...
So I went to Lake Michigan and sat under the stars and listened to the crashing waves. I prayed and cried out to God about all the things that I see are broken. I remembered the story about Jesus, when he cried about Lazarus's death before he raised them from the dead, and about how many believe that he was crying about the same brokenness that I see. I prayed for the Spirit to move in my life and the lives of my dear, precious friends. I lamented my losses and the state of the world.
And then I worshiped God. I sang my cousin's song into the wind. I sang I Will Rise and thought about what it means that Jesus conquered death and that someday there will be no more pain and no more suffering. And I thought about faith and how sometimes it seems so fragile--transparent, even--like it might all just be in your imagination. But also about how it really makes a difference in my life on days like today.
I went to the beach in a state of grief and conflict and unrest. I lamented and prayed and worshiped God. And I left at peace. Circumstances are not different, but my perspective is. I know that I am held and protected by my Father. I know that one day, all things will be made right. Even now, things are being made right a little bit at a time as spiritual death is conquered and people are being transformed. God is good, and his lovingkindness lasts forever.