(You can read about why I’m doing this at Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3.)
I’ve been stuck for a while. Got a few emails from you guys wondering if I just gave up. I didn’t. I haven’t. Just been stuck.
Every one brings their own bias, their own upbringing, their own experiences, their own knowledge or understanding to these age-old questions, right? So we never are truly objective.
Our answers or wanderings vary whether or not you believe in God and, if you do, whether or not you believe that he is a God of love or a God of Indifference or Anger etc.
I got stuck there.
Until I realised something. Had an epiphany, if you will (*wink to my Dad*).
I have my feet on firm foundation again.
He loves me. He loves you.
He loves, he loves, he loves.
His very nature and his essence are love.
His love is ferocious, unrelenting, gentle and never-ending.
His love is unconditional, unmitigated and forgiving.
His love is without reason and his love covers it all.
His love is inclusive, binding, mysterious and strong.
He loves like a lover.
He loves like a husband.
He loves like a mother and like a father.
He is both the Lion and the Lamb, the parent and the lover,
the breath of life, the bread and also the wine.
He is the storm and the calm,
the whisper and the whirlwind.
So I’m ready to ask again – why do we suffer? Why is there pain? Where is God in the face of such madness and atrocities and evil?
Can God be trusted?
I read a book that really messed with me (and I mean that in a good way) called “He Loves Me” by Wayne Jacobsen. It’s logical, Biblical and revolutionary for those of us that struggle with insecurity. (Because me? That’s my Waterloo. Insecurity, people pleasing, you name it – that’s where I have many, shall we call them?, opportunities to grow.)
We pick through our experiences or history like we’re pulling daisy petals: he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. When my daughter was was healed – he loves me. When I lied or cheated – He loves me not. When I got that job – He loves me. When my child drank too much or started doing drugs – He loves me not. When I got the result I wanted – He loves me. When I didn’t get the result I wanted – He loves me not.
We pick through our circumstances using them to decide whether or not God loves us.
Things like loss, unrealised dreams, murder, adultery, illness, infidelity, anger, loneliness, abandonment – whether insignificant to some or monstrously significant to the world – they can’t be the mirror through which we make that decision.
Either He loves or He doesn’t.
So if He does – and I believe and know that he does – then our sin, our choices, the choices of others that were inflicted upon us, those evil things that take over our society at times, those circumstances aren’t a reflection of his love or a lack thereof.
His love covers it all.
His love covers us all.
Even though I do not understand it yet. And I may never understand it. I may never come to a truly satisfactory answer for those questions. Much smarter and wiser people than me have very divergent opinions.
But I know this one thing: He is love.
And so every question I ask comes from the understanding, the platform, the genesis of his love. Not his indifference, not his anger, not even the question of his existence. I am not starting from zero. I’m starting from the point of Love, from the assumption, the understanding, the basis of His unrelenting love.
I have settled one thing – yes, He can be trusted. Not because I have all of the answers. But because I know one thing above all else – He loves us.




























