“I just can’t catch a break,” he sighs, watching floodwaters climb five feet up the walls of his ruined home.
“I’ve got plenty of luck,” she weeps over the crumpled fender of her old Toyota. “It’s just all bad.”
The weary chorus of this world is a dirge about how little control we truly have. Medical bills crush us. Friendships we cherish grow distant and cold. The machines on which our lives depend break down with unnerving frequency. Those we love get sick and die.
Is any of this seen by Someone—anyone—who can do something about it?
To doubting, disheartened people just like us, the apostle Paul wrote one of history’s most radiant lines: “God’s Son was before all else, and by Him everything is held together” (Col. 1:17). With all their seeming randomness and pain, our lives and our futures are held in the embrace of One whose arms stretched wide for us from a broken tree: “God was pleased for Him to make peace by sacrificing His blood on the cross, so that all beings in heaven and on earth could be brought back to God” (v. 20).
“I am the Alpha and the Omega—the Beginning and the End,” Jesus said of Himself. Nothing escapes His notice. Nothing lies outside His control. Our pain is real—but it is temporary.
Hope endures. The grace of God outlasts our brokenness.
So stay in grace.
—Bill Knott