Tuesday, January 11
Rain, Rain . . .
What a week! The only place to escape the weather is on this high-flying jetliner. The contractor did a lousy job grading my lot, so it always floods around the house when we get a downpour. I put a drain in on the south side which keeps flooding below two inches or so on the foundation, but it still pools there and on the north side, too. I could dig up the front lawn and put a stream bed in. That would take care of it for good.
But my little headaches don't come close to the misery and heartaches being felt in Asia and even here in Southern California as people lose their homes, loved ones and their own lives from storms and tsunamis. "Man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward," it says in the book of Job.
Job had many questions about his own suffering. He cursed the day he was born. He couldn't understand why God allowed such misery in his life. He found out in the end that God didn't owe him one. God will be God and work all things to His glory by His means and methods. This milktoast argument that God isn't really orchestrating every event in our world and that "Mother Nature" is doing her thing willy nilly means that God has no overruling control of natural law (which he ordained in the first place). The real problem is this: people want to believe that even though God created everything, there are some things He is powerless to provide or prevent. They will not let him be God, the omnipotent, all knowing, all ruling, all wise Creator and Lord of His creation. We want that power for ourselves. At least a little bit of it in our little bit of time and space. We who are totally dependent on our next breath and heartbeat for life, we who can't walk on water or raise the dead believe we know better than our Creator when it comes to this physical world and what happens in it. We cry unfair and why, when we should be crying, "Thy will be done; have mercy on me, a sinner; and lead me in the path of righteousness."