There are times when all of life seems as a great grief and pain. There has been one after another, I can't even track them all now. Continually for months, I think. One right after another.
Death, death of another yet spared miraculously, and such pain: emotionally, physically. Relationally bereft.
We are in the midst of a war right now. For all the world. For all our souls.
I continually hear people striving to come to the end and means of what is at play, of who holds the strings of all these machinations. No one ever goes far enough.
Friends, my dear friends. God is sovereign, even over all this. And He has judged us, and given us over to the wickedness in our own hearts. What we see on all sides is a reflection of ourselves.
That is what grieves beyond measure right now, that this would be so...and I cannot plead strongly enough, I cannot muster words with enough fervor and import as to clarify these vital and eternal matters. And I would die of grief, even for that, except that I know He will have His portion. Those for whom Christ died will be saved. There are none who can stay His hand from saving. None.
Not even my ineptitude and gracelessness.
