Sometimes, contemplating the history of the world, all the awful things we humans do to each other and in such magnitude, the horror of the evils us humans can and do accomplish - the atrocities we've done at our own hands or allowed to add up staggeringly by turning our backs - the evils astound me. In the wake of the recent tragedy, I find myself asking the same questions. How? Why?
But just as I know I'll never find an answer that allows me to fully comprehend God's reasons for allowing the recent tragedy, at least not on this side of heaven, I know that God holds us all in His hands. And that is why, perhaps not with a whole heart, but with the firmest of foundations within its chambers, I can wish you a Merry Christmas.
I know it's not a Christmas hymn, but here are some words from one of my husband's favorite hymns that resound with me now. They're from "This is My Father's World" and in the third verse.
"This is my Father's world, O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father's world: The battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied, And earth and heav'n be one."
The battle is not done, but the battle is the Lord's. And one day, God's kingdom will fully come.