God is good.
All the
time.
Go back and read that again.
No, seriously.
Now read it again. Actually pause over each of those first two
sentences and ask yourself this question:
“Do I believe this?”
When I was young, maybe eight years old, I used to pray to God and
make my requests as I imagine most children do—new bike, Barbie jeep, make my
sister less annoying…you get the picture.
And when some of these prayers didn’t get answered the way I’d
hoped, I began to doubt that God actually cared, or that he wanted to give me
“good gifts” like he said in Scripture (I decided that when he said that, he
just obligated himself to give me everything I wanted).
But no matter. I was a creative cat, so I figured out how I was
going to outsmart God: I would just pray for the opposite of the things I
wanted, since God seemed interested in saying “no” to a lot of my prayers. I asked God to make
sure he didn’t give me any new toys, and that my sister would become more
annoying. I was so proud of myself for being so brilliant!
Listen, God knows our hearts. And he knew mine at eight years old.
He knew that my prayer was in faith of the wrong thing. My sister didn’t get
less annoying, and I still didn’t get that Barbie Jeep. See, I fell into the
trap of wanting to believe that I had a God who would give me everything I
wanted in my selfishness instead of believing that I had a God who was good.
And believe me:
God. Is. Good.
He moves mountains of distrust and fear between people all the
time.
He stills the seas of torment in souls that are mired in shame.
He delivers people from lifestyles of depravity, and societies
from systems of injustice.
He brings souls to life.
I can place my faith in a God like that.
(And by the way, God actually did make my sister less annoying...once I stopped being so impatient with her) :)