The Cruelty of Hope

As I was driving home yesterday amidst the devastation of that freak storm — straight winds in excess of 75 miles an hour — I was awestruck by the brillianceof the setting sun, its fading light painting the remaining cloud cover a brilliant array of colors, from orange to hot pink. For all that the storm had laid waste to much of Dothan and the surrounding area, the world went on as if nothing had happened.

It really brought to mind what Matthew 5:45 says about God causing the sun to shine on the good and evil alike, and sending rain upon the just and the unjust. I considered how beautiful I found the sunset to be, especially considering the devastation around me… and at the same time, how cruel it might seem to someone whose life had just been undone.

Taking the victim’s mindset, it was easy to see the cruelty of the sunset, how contemptible the world seemed for not stopping for the victim’s pain. It brought to mind that old Skeeter Davis song that goes, “Why do the birds go on singing? Why do the stars glow above? Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?”

What’s so cruel about it all is that the sun, the stars, the birds, they show us how insignificant we really are as individuals, how LITTLE we matter. It shows us that, for all that we are the center of our own existence, we are NOT the center of the universe, and our pain is ultimately lost in the cacophany of reality as a whole.

At least, that’s why it would all seem so cruel, I guess. But that’s also why a relationship with Christ is such a miraculous thing — because as brutally indifferent as the world can be, He CHOSE to see us as individuals, to reach into the insignificance of our individual lives, and sacrifice Himself for a creation that couldn’t be more paltry if we tried.

It is a most amazing thing, to have a relationship with your Creator, and to see in very real ways that HE has a relationship with YOU. It makes it all the more heartbreaking to see those who, for one reason or another, reject that relationship and the peace it affords.

I don’t know how to witness to the lost. I never have. It’s just not my forte. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t see the need for it, the need for a hope that exists beyond what insignificant humanity has to offer.

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