Do you ever wonder where God is in the mess?


They say history repeats itself.

I'm starting to believe it.

Thousands of years ago God called a people His own.

They grew in number and eventually settled in a land called Egypt.

They thought things were great for a while.

They were respected and connected and grateful to have a home.

Then suddenly things changed.

A new king took over the land.

He didn't care for the people of God nor what they stood for.

He felt angry and threatened by who they were and the God they served.

So He punished them.

He made them slaves.

They were at his mercy.

For four hundred years they suffered.

Eventually their moaning and their groaning became a prayer for deliverance.

They finally cried out for help to their God.

"And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob. God saw the people of Israel- and God knew." Exodus 2:24.

Throughout all the years of slavery the people of Israel had missed a great truth:

God had not forgotten them.

He had never lost control.

The very opposite was true: God was at work in the mess.

God was at work in the mess.

Not after the mess.

Not despite the mess.

Not even surprised by the mess.

But God was at work in the mess.

They say history repeats itself.

These days, I'm counting on it.