“The world is
dark, and light is precious.
Come closer, dear reader.
You must trust me.
I am telling you a story.”
Come closer, dear reader.
You must trust me.
I am telling you a story.”
-The Tale of Despereaux
Aug.
2nd
The
orphans kept asking the same questions I wrestle with! The Psalms seemed trite and feeble next to my
doubts of God’s goodness.
We
talked about fears in our small group time.
Almost all of the kids said they were afraid of death and darkness. I couldn’t blame them. God’s promises were only making me
angry. How can I believe His promises
are true, how can I share them as encouragement to these kids when their
circumstances laugh in the face of God’s promises?
That
night, sitting in the cold stairwell with Comrade, no sound but our pens
scratching at our journals,
Comrade: “Do
you ever feel your salvation is trite compared to the world’s suffering?”
Me: “Yes.”
So what if God
saved me if He doesn’t save all of them?
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