Tough week. Emotional last few days. Tomorrow I’m telling a children’s story I’ve named “Zack and the Appendix” at church. It’s conclusion is that God wants the best for us. Today I posted a picture on Facebook of streaming sunlight and commented that God was beaming. But does He? Is He?
Missing my Dad for a whopping 20 years, the death of a young woman I used to work with, and the nearest possible brush with a maternal death at work — all has me thinking. And now the sinking of the Branson Duck has tears filling my eyes today. I mean come on! It would have been pretty easy for God to get both of those boats back to shore. Did He save our patient’s life? But not the passengers?
I know this. So I will call it to mind. God looks at our lives, not through our finite glasses, but through His infinite ones. Through His eternal ones. We start our clock at birth and hope to make it 70-80-90 years. And what happens in that time is good and bad and joy and awful. But to God it’s barely a minute. We can’t understand it. Even though God may not choose to save us in this minute, for whatever reason, He has done the work to save us for eternity. And I am grateful.