Send Me
It’s the picture my friend sent me of the flames at the end of his street, that keep me up at night. And again, this is not just the case for the people that I know in Southern California. It is the case for people everywhere, all around the world, all the time. Every major catastrophe, every downward trend, every systemic issue in the world from human trafficking to racism, to road rage, to sickness, and economic uncertainty. All of them are made up of individual people, with individual lives, individual experiences, individual circumstances, and they are in in trouble. And it’s not just the people in the crises that are being covered in the news either.
Turn off the radio close your laptop and simply scroll through the images in your mind of the people you know, the real people. The person in the house next to you. The person you sit with on the sidelines of your kids’ games. The people in your class in the cubicle next to you, or on the other side of the zoom call. Even those in your own house. An honest look at their lives would reveal trouble and devastation that though unseen on the outside, if we could see inside, we’d see it burning at the same rate and heat as the center of the hottest wildfire. An honest look at the people that we interact with every day, would find them harassed and helpless like sheep without a shepherd. To borrow Matthew’s words, and the question in all our minds at this point, is does God even care? He sees the destruction. He sees the pain. He sees the fear. He knows the stress. The anxiety pulsing through the psyche of our friends, of our family, but does he care?