It Is Still A Wonderful World

There are many times I feel that it is a sad and sick world we live in. Dylan Roof walks into a church, joins in their bible discussions and then goes about to shooting these same people who welcomed him. Mohammod Youssuf Abdulazeez drives around town and, unprovoked, starts shooting up and killing Marines and other people in uniform. Why are some people so willing and so ready to kill and destroy?

Tim Tebow wears his faith on his sleeves and he get criticized and chastised for it. Bruce Jenner transforms himself into Caitylin and he is lionized for his courage and declared a hero. A couple in San Francisco is battling it out in court on what to do with five frozen embryos born from their egg cells and sperm cells. Why are these embryos even existing outside of a womb?

There was once a man who went around bringing healing and comfort to the sick and the poor. He proclaimed justice for the oppressed and the downtrodden. He built up what what broken instead of taking it down. A bruised reed He did not break, but rather nursed it back to health. A smoldering wick He did not quench, instead He fanned it into a burning flame. He did good and spoke well. He brought hope to those in despair. He fed the hungry. He consoled the lonely. But in the end, they crucified Him as a condemned criminal.

God writes straight with crooked lines. I do not know how He will do it. But in His time, He will make all things true and good and beautiful. It is still a wonderful world.

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good, for his mercy endures forever.
~ Psalm 136
The Pharisees went out and took counsel against Jesus
to put him to death.
When Jesus realized this, he withdrew from that place.
Many people followed him, and he cured them all,
but he warned them not to make him known.
This was to fulfill what had been spoken through Isaiah the prophet:
“Behold, my servant whom I have chosen,
my beloved in whom I delight;
I shall place my Spirit upon him,
and he will proclaim justice to the Gentiles.
He will not contend or cry out,
nor will anyone hear his voice in the streets.
A bruised reed he will not break,
a smoldering wick he will not quench,
until he brings justice to victory.
And in his name the Gentiles will hope.”
Matthew 12:14-21
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