I woke up this morning thinking about the mercy of God. In Iraq, I was asked a question: How can you serve a God who allows bad things to happen to good people? I even wrote part of A Walk in Darkness to answer this very question. However, this question has became pertinent the past few days. It seems to have been flung into my face with such force, it has nearly taken my breath away.
Here’s my answer.
According to the Scriptures, God promised to never leave nor forsake us. It also recorded that the mercies of God extends from one generation to the next. What it has never said is that we would understand why God does the things He does. The Scriptures do say that our ways are not His, and our thoughts are not His thoughts. Thus, God in His infinite wisdom will sometimes act in ways which are unseemly to us.
We were never promised the easy road nor were we ever promised that we would understand the mercy that God shows us. All too often, I find myself wondering if I am confusing mercy for cruelty or vice versa.
As it so happens, I may doubt people and wonder from time to time about their faithfulness, but God has never failed me. These trials seem to wear me down, but deep down in the goo, I believe all things work together for good to them that love the Lord and are called according to His purpose.
I don’t mean to be ‘preachy’ or stand on my soapbox and decry the evil in the world. It just so happens, I need some encouragement. According to the Scriptures, King David encouraged himself in the Lord. Thus, as long as we have the Lord in our corner, we can overcome anything we may face in this life.
Please continue to pray for me and my family. We do appreciate the continual prayers and support. God bless you all.
No news is good news. I am tired of hearing this crap. All my life I’ve heard this lie. No news could mean any number of things.
In this case, it means I substitute different scenarios in lieu of actual facts. At some point, things must slack off. There seems to be no brakes on this train.
Have you ever read the Batman book, penned by Alan Moore, titled: The Killing Joke? In an effort to bring Batman to his level, The Joker puts Commissioner Gordon through a series of tests.
When I first read The Killing Joke, I was at a very low point in my life. The book made sense to me. There have been many origin stories concerning The Joker. Is he a madman? A psychopath? A sociopath? Or a combination of both?
I think he is a normal man, who has seen too much and has no outlet for the thoughts that trouble him. So, he strikes out against a system he feels has been stacked against him.
Kind of like how I feel today.
Still, not every day is a bad day. It has just felt like it for the past week or so. I fully expect things to turn around; my faith is in the knowledge that God is still in control.
Thankfully, I am not in control of anything. Lord knows I would screw it up. So, my comfort lies in knowing that this world is only temporary and one day, I will see my Savior face to face.
I have begun using a font on my WPS Office called American Typewriter. As it rains here this morning, I told my mom it brought back memories of when I first learned to type. My skills were honed upon an old, ancient even, Royal typewriter. Ever so often the keys would stick and you would have to pry it loose and continue to type. At the end of the page the carriage would return and make a *ding*.
I kind of feel like that old typewriter. Things stick when it should flow, all too often, the carriage is sent back to the beginning to try again. God, I am getting old.
According to my brother, Thomas Earl, “You know you’re almost 50, right?” Yes, I am aware. These experiences in life age us, some don’t exact a heavy toll but others…
Tomorrow is a new day, the carriage slides back and we start anew. Hope springs eternal.
I am at a loss of words. A writer should not suffer from this problem, but here I am. From what I’ve read, writers block is a thing we writers encounter from time to time. That’s not my issue. Rather, I am emotionally drained. As if someone took a blade and cut my guts out.
Too much seems to have happened too soon. From time to time, I have encountered few things that took the wind completely out of my sails, but here I am.
The last week has been nightmarish. I want to wake myself from this vivid dream, to shake myself as Samson when he fell asleep in the lap of Delilah. It’s no use.
I am too tired to make sense of it all. However, God is our faithful friend, who according to the Scriptures said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” So, I am here clinging to the promises of my Savior.
Y’all pray for me and my family. Thanks.
For those not in the know, I live in the country. According to my Aunt Brenda, “leave it to my dad to find a goat trail and live there.” Yesterday, I had to move some of my parents vehicles. I drove one of my dad’s trucks and pulled his boat down to the local Baptist church and turned around. As I drove down the busted, decades old pavement, I noticed how our road supervisor had ‘fixed’ the road. Small patches of cold asphalt filler was patted down and entire missing chunks of road was ignored.
I took photos. Because a picture is worth a thousand words according to some wise person from time immemorial. I have contacted the local paper and hope to purchase the entire front page. It is also my wish to write an editorial to bring attention to the incompetent leadership in my district.
It won’t do any good. The governor of my state has no spine, so it may be too much to hope that the local level is better. All I have to do is look at the road running in front of my parents home to know the local level is as weak as the state level.
Ah well, sometime you must shine a spotlight into the darkness and watch the roaches run. Take care and please keep my family in your prayers.
Welcome to the suck.
It has been a traumatic series of horrifying events since the 4th of July. I feel like I have been chained to the back of a tank and dragged down a gravel road naked. Enough of that crap. I hope things are going well for all of you. May the Lord’s light shine upon you all, and may the wind be to your back.
Hey guys. I feel as if I am lost. Things are slowly getting better, maybe. I feel as if I am just empty inside. Like I have been hollowed out and thrown on the side of the road. It will be alright. Sorry, I can’t focus my creative urges to write a short story. Maybe tomorrow.
Just a piece of writing to maintain my writing streak. No matter how dark the night, God is able to breathe life in any situation. Regardless of how dead or dry the problem, God’s power is not diminished. Take care.
I feel like I have been shot, repeatedly. I once saw a man drug down a gravel road. That adequately sums up my feelings this evening. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
Sorry, no story today. My imagination is tapped out.