Unfinished Promises

My sister collapsed and died suddenly from sepsis two weeks ago.
I’ve struggled to make sense of this.
These are my thoughts:

 

Bad things happen,
Whether you’re bad or good,
Old or young,
Or even in between,
Though who decides
And over-rides these settings
Is a mystery;
For who is truly good when ALL
Fall short of the glory of God,
And who can be so bad
Forgiveness cannot solve?

Good or bad, life can hurt,
Yet I cannot conceive,
Refuse to believe,
In a God of ultimate goodness
Plotting disease and misery
As a character-building activity.
Yet – my sister was good,
So why didn’t our omnipotent,
Mountain-moving God intervene,
Make life like a glossy magazine,
Why didn’t he heal her?

In the shock of her death
What does faith offer?
The free-will argument invitingly
Offers a theological nicety
Of plausible platitudes,
A sticking plaster of hope
To help you cope.
Equally banal to me is the plan
No-one sees, or knows,
And we the boulders against the flow.

Scarred by life events,
Dismayed and afraid,
Can we allow God to be God,
Or is faith just a fraud?
Are we lost before we begin
Because we can’t allow God in?
He never promised an easy path,
And life is sometimes cruel,
Never promised to solve everything
Asking why, or why not, is futile.

Consider God intervening
In a world overflowing with pain.
Who should gain?
Heal one and leave another,
Heal my sister, ignore your brother?
The end of ALL suffering
Would be the end of ALL.
We only limit God’s benevolence
Through such intimate petition.
A short term perpective
Is far too short sighted.

But if God is with us
Where is He in this?

He is in our response,
Not the disease or event,
He is in our reaction, He is in our torment,
He walks beside, He carries us through,
He’s here in our family, our friends,
He’s here for me and for you.
He has promised there’s more to be
Than the life we see,
Pain and decay will fade away,
There’ll be healing and peace
And all pain will cease.

This promised life-to-be
Makes more sense to me
Than any man-made theory.
My sister left us too soon
It’s not fair, it’s not right,
But I can’t blame God
For she now stands in His sight.
In life we are vulnerable
In death lies is our greatest strength,
To fearlessly stand on eternal ground
Before our God and be crowned.

(c) wordz2Go Nov 2017
1 Corinthians 2:9
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard
What God has prepared
For those who love Him.”

 

 

 

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