When I look around my corner of the world, a lot is going wrong. Broken hearts, broken bodies…I need faith. Not faith everything will go right or happily ever after. We lost that chance when our ancestors ate the forbidden fruit and we’ve perpetuated the problem with every nasty thought or action since. But while humanity’s track record is ghastly, God provides a reason for faith when things go terribly. The promise in prophecy about a Savior talked about sending Someone to help when we’re wounded. Jesus brought with Him the promise of healing.
To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified. Isaiah 61:3
If it weren’t for God’s good intervention, our bodies would not heal and we’d collect wounds throughout our lives.
From a twisted ankle to a scraped knee to a batch of mosquito bites, they’d just add up a world ruled by evil. We’d be a motley crew by now, and many of us would be dead. But God hasn’t given us up. He heals our bruises and broken bones. He heals bigger things too. His grace is the reason people can live on after war, being cheated on, losing children, or being violated. His redemptive, transformative power isn’t limited to salvation. God can take anything evil’s beat up and breathe life back into it.
