Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
Proverbs 3:5-6
After
thousands of years; world history; from smoke signals to cell phones. We think
we are so smart. Technology has improved
the living conditions in the world but human nature has not changed at
all. We think we understand the forces
of nature. Many think they understand
God (who would worship a God you can understand?) and a few bright people think
they actually understand the neurology of man and man's reactions.
Every time
God speaks to us through a hurricane, earthquake, drought, flood or ferocious
tornado, we hear him talking but refuse to understand. Such, the language of the horrific tornadoes
that struck Oklahoma
this week. The walking wounded of that
disaster, like the survivors of all disasters ask, "Why me?". This totally blind, 100% disabled service
connected veteran has asked that question a thousand times, as I have stumbled
around in perpetual darkness: "Why me?" I asked the same question when both of my
parents were on their deathbed. Both
dying from the riggors of cancer. They
were two hard working, God fearing parents who had served God their entire
lives. Early in my life, as a farm boy,
I asked why the night our barn burned. I
asked the same question as a father when my wife left with my child. The loss of a child is great any time. Perhaps not as great as in death, but I often
wonder if bereft parents understand what they are doing in separating loved
children from their parents; the psycholgical problems involved. Divorce is often the excess baggage which the
walking wounded children must carry around for the rest of their life. Just think, 50% of all marriages end in
divorce, resulting in the trauma of daycare for children. Family animosity towards opposing parents;
surely, if a couple loved one another enough to marry and have children, they could
love the children enough not to become enemies.
Children who live with the DNA of ancestors of many generations.
There are so many walking wounded. This world traveler talked with many
survivors of wars. Theirs is a story of
loss; loss of loved homes and of prized possessions. Many of the walking wounded of political doctrines and spiritual intrigue.
In other
articles I have described in detail my three trips to communist China since
it's re-opening. (Re-opened after the visit of President Nixon). I was one of those on the first plane load of
Americans there. The Godless communist
system; manufacturers of walking wounded. One of my guides told me about his
sister, the communist one child policy.
His sister so wanted children, yet her husband would strangle any
newborn female. In every communist
country; in every country ruled by religion (India,
Iran, Iraq, Nepal, etc.) the walking wounded,
whose very lives are controlled by the legalism-fanaticism of their religious
belief system.
You give
your wounds to God. Often, from ashes
you start over. The writer C. S. Lewis
says "We never know what the devil has drudged up down the road for
us." We never know what we might
forgive. If God can forgive us after
what we did to his Son, those wounded must be able to forgive...pain, poverty,
political decadence, even the imprisonment of disease. Christianity is not complicated, just
tough. Christ has given us liberty.
It is so
easy, in our wounds-disappoints-despair, to question or even blame God. When you see the beautiful church house building,
it's stained glass windows, which committed members saved and prayed to bill laying
in ruins, you have reason to ask why.
Then think of the destroyed school house with loved children, and again
you have reason to ask why. The
agnostics-unbelievers do not like "God talk" at a time of disaster or
sorrow. We will never understand, on this side of eternity, why the wicked
prosper or why the White House has become a party house for Barack and Michelle
Obama. Why agencies which are tax supported are used to torture us (IRS,
etc). We rejoice in the knowledge that
we trust God in bad times as well as good times.
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