Yesterday I met a man with great courage. He came to my house to do some work and he proceeded to tell me his daughter had died in October and his wife followed in December. He had lost 3 children in 3 years and his wife had given up hope completely, dying of grief. He said that he hadn't stopped believing in God and still had a reason to live: four more children and his grandchildren. He said the nights were the hardest. I prayed with him and he was grateful.
This world is broken. There are the poor, the sick, the orphaned, the widow, the victim and the persecuted. There are so many suffering people. It is 2 degrees outside and Cincinnati has its homeless. Where do they all sleep on a night like this?
God does care and he loves us. He is good. Some that suffer draw close to God and He comforts them. Others grow cold, angry or die of despair.
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written,
“For your sake we are being killed all the day long;
we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.”
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Praise be to God. May we all draw near to Him.