I type these words with the heaviest of hearts.
My deepest fear realized.
I am at a breaking point in my faith. Of that I am certain.
I don’t know how much longer I can believe in a God who allows such intense misery and unbearable agony befall those whom He loves.
I’ve read the Bible, study it regularly, pray daily, go to Church, and try to live as good as I can.
Yet in this moment, there is no solace.
No peace that transcends all understanding.
Just the utter exhaustion that accompanies a life riddled with despair and disappointment.
There seems to be no end to the precedent of desolation on my life.
I have questions.
Why does God let evil exist?
Why does He permit pain?
How can He sit by while His creations, His children, suffer?
There are apologetics and theologians with quick answers. Most sound pretty good. But outside the Mind of God, responses to such questions are grossly inadequate and unsatisfying.
But that’s okay.
I’m not interested in second-rate faith characterized by an obsession with answers to specific questions. Because that defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?
Read Genesis 12:1 – 22:1
The holiday season is a paradoxical time in the life of a Christian. On one hand, we know Christmas is to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Saviour.
So we plaster up nativity scenes, chant, “Keep Christ in Christmas,” and dare someone to attack our, “Merry Christmas,” with, “Happy Holidays.” The notorious battle of semantics.
However, the season itself is characterized by traditions rooted in paganism and exploited by commericialism.