Psalm 37
Ugh, the Old Testament, how boring. It is thought so tedious that the new and potentially more relevant part of the bible was published as a self-contained volume. I was given a pretty little pink leather bound New Testament for my eighth birthday. The Old Testament was what it said it was "Old". Long lists of almost unpronounceable names, take Habakkuk for instance, or even Naomi; lists of what what can or cannot eat or wear; lists of wars and pestilence.
Yet just like the New Testament or most of the books I read it is full of real live people and their stories, their likes and dislikes, dreams and visions. David's oowhoopsy with Bathsheba, Isaiah's wonderful foretelling of Jesus, Amos' high horse about luxurious living. Nothing changes, not even in 3000 or 4000 years. Today I am with Habakkuk saying "Why the tremendous earthquake in Haiti? Why the tsunami in Indonesia? Why hurricane Katrina or Rita or Ike? Why drought in Kenya? There is no sense in it except the sense that just as the seasons unfold in the forest so does the world unfold. With Habakkuk I can rejoice in the creator and find peace in the knowledge that there is God-Good with nothing taken away.
Why? I do not know. God is. Or in his own words "I AM".
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