We live in a broken fallen world. I am reminded of that everyday. The hopelessness that manifests itself around us is staggering indeed. How could we as human beings ever hope to combat the evil in our world? We are a broken race.
This is what I was reminded of earlier today in Chapel.
We mourn for our brothers; we weep with our sisters. Their pain is felt in our souls.
But the story does not end there. Not for us. For we have been given assurance of hope. Jesus did not come to save the healthy or the righteous. Thank him for that. He came for the broken, the weary, the faint at heart. He came for us.
We cannot fight the brokenness. But He can.