Evil and Compassion

I wish I could concisely summarize what Dr. Brown said Monday during chapel, but sadly I cannot. However, I did enjoy listening to what he had to say. He referenced a story in Luke 7, discussing the love the prostitute showed toward Jesus as he dined with the Pharisee, Simon.  What struck me at first was not her love but her sadness. What caused her to cry enough to wash the dirt from Jesus’ feet? What happened to her? Additionally, Dr. Brown read part of an email a student sent him sometime last week. The girl who wrote the email sounded very distraught; I want to meet her. In summation, the email discussed her thoughts about depravity in the world, questioning her own intentions for praying for God’s kingdom to come. If the kingdom were to return today, then evil would be defeated, which would be good. However, those who are oppressed and do not know Jesus would be thrown into an even worse situation. Starvation, violence, and oppression would then be the least of their problems. She wondered how she could be justified in praying for God’s kingdom to return when many who are already living in pain would end up in even more pain and suffering.

I’d never thought of God’s return like that before.  Do these oppressed individuals, these men, women, and children, deserve to be destroyed simply because they don’t know Jesus when their entire earthly existence has been pain? I don’t know how to answer that. I want to say no; I want to protect them from any more pain and suffering. But what about those who are the oppressors? Is it wrong to have compassion for them? Again, I think of those who commit school shootings and those who take their own lives. Why do we turn them into “the enemy?” Can’t we mourn because they were not saved, they were trapped in a tragic situation, and/or they felt like they had no alternative? We’re just like them. We all do wrong, and we’re all lost. At times, everything seems hopeless, even though we remind ourselves of God’s promises. On some level, I think everyone is capable of realizing the level our lost and broken states, but, since we don’t like to feel pain, we suppress self-analysis and distance ourselves from those who are “different,” “evil,” or make us feel uncomfortable. This ignorance makes us content with shunning and condemning “the enemy” while we feel good about ourselves.

Although I have asserted that we’re all broken, I think there’s a more important similarity that has not been addressed: We are made in God’s image. This seems obvious, but think about it for a second. God created the individuals who will always be remembered for committing acts of evil. He created the school shooters, the serial killers, the rapists, the thieves, the terrorists, and the corrupt. And He loves them. He loves them, regardless of what they do. Forgive me for using labels, but I’m trying to make a point. I know this sounds like a typical “love your enemies” post, and I guess it is. But the next time you read or watch the news, will your instinctive reaction be to despise the “enemy,” or will you feel compassion for them and be drawn to prayer? Even though the rhetoric is designed to stir up feelings of disgust and hate, what will you do? What will I do? 

Sorry for my wondering thoughts; I can't promise that I'll tie every aspect of my posts together.

Uncertainty and Fasting

Why hello there. As you can see, I don't know what I'm doing. I've never had any experience with blogs or anything like that. Regarding life in general, I don't know what I'm doing half the time. I think that universal problem of uncertainty contributed to my desire to create a blog. Maybe. However, I don't think I'm alone in my uncertainty, and for those of you who are uncertain as well, join the club. I'm sure we can find you some refreshments and a comfortable seat. Yeah, that's my attempt at humor for today.

For one of my classes, I'm required to practice a new spiritual discipline this semester, and I chose fasting. Specifically, I'm fasting from my phone, iPod, social media, and recorded music for two days every week. Email is my only form of electronic communication, and I use the Internet for schoolwork. That's it. I was hoping I'd become a little more self-aware and record my thoughts. I guess the need to share my thoughts and maintain accountability was also part of my motivation for creating a blog. I'm also an English major, so perhaps my inner writer is finally emerging.

So far, I've been unable to summarize my fasting experience succinctly. Each day has been unique with different struggles, discoveries, and pleasures. Recorded music has been the most difficult form of electronic entertainment to give up. So much of my day involves plugging in my earbuds and listening to music while I do homework, read, and sit in my room. Nothing is inherently wrong with listening to music. But, at times, it's easier to ignore life's problems and surround myself with sound than to consciously struggle to find a solution (Yes, I just split an infinitive. Deal with it). One of my friends opposes pain killers because they mask the problem instead of healing it. On some level, anything that is not God can be used as a mask. This is idolatry. Idolatry is inherently wrong.

Well, I've run out of time. I'll add more thoughts in a different post. Enjoy!