Bugs 1

The emerald ash borer has invaded our neck of the woods. It's a beetle that somehow found its way from Asia and it's a destructive little bugger with 740 million trees in the crosshairs. Why do you do this, little beetle? Why would you have been put on earth in order to gut trees just enough so that they die? Doesn't seem right.

I wonder if that's a question that gets answered in heaven---right behind, 'why are there wood ticks?' It's not just bugs either, I'm sure there are a zillion questions that you would love to ask God, maybe ones that you've cried out in frustration, pain, sorrow---and even anger toward Him. The injustice and ugliness that we all encounter are enough for many people to utter that very human question 'if God is so loving, why does He allow all this?'. I don't hear it so much from believing people, rather those who have trouble with this stuff and tend to figure somebody's got to be at fault.

My morning devotion is Oswald Chamber's My Utmost For His Highest. Yesterday, he wrote about our purpose vs. God's purpose and how they don't match up all the time.

If we are in fellowship and oneness with God and recognize that He is taking us into His purposes, then we will no longer strive to find out what His purposes are. As we grow in the Christian life, it becomes simpler to us, because we are less inclined to say, "I wonder why God allowed this or that?" And we begin to see that the compelling purpose of God lies behind everything in life, and that God is divinely shaping us into oneness with that purpose. A Christian is someone who trusts in the knowledge and the wisdom of God, not in his own abilities.

I think we'll arrive in heaven and bag all those questions. I'm constantly reminded how weak and very human I am, so I can't begin to get my little mind around what it will be like to be in His presence. I'm not going to raise my hand to ask questions.

Just to praise.