It’s been a bit rough lately.
Over the past few weeks I’ve had three family members in the hospital, a niece born at 32 weeks, and a classmate from college die. I still have one of my best friends in prison. I have friends in marriages on the rocks. My father’s childhood home of Israel is being torn up in violence, bitterness, and hatred. On the news I see privileged Americans chanting, “Not our children, not our problem!” at buses of refugee children who crossed the American border unaccompanied as Matthew 25:31-46 echoes in my ears.
I’ve rolled with it because none of these things are actually unexpected events in life. They happen every day.
Chances are, things like this are happening all around you too. It’s worth remembering that our limits are not God’s limits. There’s plenty of space around us for confusion, sadness, anger, and doubt. It would be hard to expect anything else. But as we approach the limits of our understanding and our capacity for emotion, we can take comfort in knowing that the God who made us suffered and suffers with us and is able to do infinitely more than we can ask or imagine. God’s limits are not tested. When Jesus said, “It is finished,” he meant it. That was the ultimate challenge and God still reigns.
Rough times will be rough. That’s what they are. We may be shaken but, to quote St. Paul, “we are pressed but not crushed, perplexed but don’t despair, persecuted but not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed. We always carry in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.”
I am determined to reveal life in the midst of death around me; light in the midst of darkness. And let there be no confusion, the light is the light of Christ, not my own. God bless you, even in rough times.