If there was ever a time to seek Jesus
It is now.
When misfortune becomes so arbitrary
And nowhere seems safe to hide
The claims of Jesus
Become a little more attractive-
If only they were true.
I mean, if Jesus is who He says He is,
Why would He allow so much suffering?
How can He standby and watch us die en masse?
Why is He so silent?
Yes, the days are dark.
But the Hope is real.
Hope in Jesus.
He, too, is well acquainted with grief
He, too, has tasted death,
He, too, cried out and was met with silence.
He did not promise us days devoid of disaster,
But that when disaster did come
He would be there with us,
Riding out the storm.