It’s a funny old world, full of surprises.
Number 1– for no known reason… Surprise! A crack across my car windscreen from the corner towards the middle. Deep joy… and the glass people can’t fix it for a week. I don’t know who to blame.
Number 2– came home, took the recycling bin out for collection via the back gate/twitten. Surprise! Some time between Christmas Day and today, an unknown benefactor has removed the timber and old iron that was piled up to be taken to the tip. No note, just a nicely empty space where the old shed remnants had been messily patient. I don’t know who to thank!
So now I don’t know whether to be grumpy or happy.
If we allow our perspective and mood to be purely reactive, we’re at the mercy of the vagaries of the world. Good things happen to bad people. So do bad things- and neither is necessarily anyone’s fault. Nor is a “good” thing necessarily proof that someone is “good.” How can this all make sense?
This is an ancient conundrum, which philosophers and theologians have wrestled with for thousands of years. Is there a reason why ANYTHING exists at all? Is there a “God” who cares about us? Is everything random chance and coincidence, or does life imply meaning and purpose? (This is a vital question- our answer shapes our world.)
Christianity declares that God is real and has made Himself known.
Many years ago the prophet Isaiah proclaimed a message from God which is worth examination. What do you make of this?
Isaiah 45:5–9 (ESV)
I am the LORD, and there is no other,
besides me there is no God;
I equip you, though you do not know me,
that people may know, from the rising of the sun
and from the west, that there is none besides me;
I am the LORD, and there is no other.
I form light and create darkness;
I make well-being and create calamity;
I am the LORD, who does all these things.
“Shower, O heavens, from above,
and let the clouds rain down righteousness;
let the earth open, that salvation and
righteousness may bear fruit;
let the earth cause them both to sprout;
I the LORD have created it.
“Woe to him who strives with him who formed him,
a pot among earthen pots!
Does the clay say to him who forms it,
‘What are you making?’
or ‘Your work has no handles’?"
Look, See, Pray 