Pray, pray, pray for the people of Houston.  Their pain is almost unimaginable.  Pray for the relief workers, pray for the city, pray for continued assistance to those who need it.  It's difficult to know, beyond meterological explanation, why these things happen.  It's difficult to see any goodness in such hardship and suffering.  It's very taxing to try to make sense of such tragedy.
     Indeed, we never will.  Our minds are too small.  Like it or not, in the end we can only affirm the fact of God.  Nothing more, nothing less.  God is there.  I do not claim to understand everything about God (no one should), and I am not willing to say that this disaster is his plan.  This demeans God.  It demeans us, too.  God's free, and so are we. But we live in a broken world.  It's not a random world, however, and it's not a purposeless universe.  As to how we fit these things together, well, no one knows (or should realize that he or she doesn't know).
     Hence, however difficult it may be, and to echo my thoughts on Psalm 27 yesterday, we decide to trust God.  Otherwise, we will never be free.
     (Yet as anyone who has suffered deeply knows, though trusting God may be true, it will rarely provide total explanation and relief.  How fiendishly difficult is the faith journey, yet how inevitable its call is.)

     Some years ago, I taught a student whose father had upped and left her, her sister, and her mother when she was about ten years old.  He did so abruptly, one day announcing to her mother that he was finished with her and the girls and was moving out to be with a much younger woman.
     Mom, sister, and my student were devastated.  Whenever I discussed the situation with her or her mother, however, her mother always told me, "God is good all the time."
     To someone on the outside of faith, this seems incredulous.  Why call God good when one has experienced such tragedy?  In a much more recent conversation I had with a Jewish rabbi friend, I thought about my student and her mother again.  My friend was talking about Psalm 27.  Much of the psalm, he said, is a lament to God, a lament about God's indifference to the writer's pain.  I concurred.  And, he added, despite the penultimate line's call to believe in the power of God in the "land of the living," the psalm closes with an admonition to "wait" on the Lord.  In other words, you may not see God's activity, but you are nonetheless to hope in him.
     Look at Psalm 150 (the last psalm in the Bible), my friend went on.  Its final words are a call to "praise the Lord."  Let everything that has breath, it says, says over and over, praise God.
     The rabbi's observations reminded me of those of my student's mother.  Unless we believe that God is good all the time, we may as well not believe he is good at all.  Unless we are willing to praise and laud God all the time, we may as well not do so at all.  We cannot pick and choose among what we perceive to be the actions of God when we cannot see all the ways in which he is working in this life.  It's disingenuous.  And misleading.
     Yet so very difficult to avoid doing.  God is good in a fallen world, a fallen world that misfires all too frequently.  Unless we believe he is always good, unless we are willing to acknowledge him as good all the time, however, we reduce God to a whim of our pain. He's meaningless.
     As is the world.

     Wow!  I can finally access my blog.  It took a great deal of fiddling with Gmail, Google, and other things, but I think I have now regained my ability to post.  I am grateful.
     I had a good but often wild and crazy summer.  In early July I was diagnosed with a stress fracture (I run, bicycle, and swim and do the occasional triathlon).  The doctor said eight weeks.  OK.  One morning, as I was coming the down the stairs of our home, however, my crutches slipped and I fell down full force on my injured leg.  Ouch, ouch.  I passed out.  Ironically, a taxi was waiting for us to take us to the airport to fly to Boise, Idaho.  We went anyway.
     After an uncomfortable night in Boise, I decided I should go to the emergency room. X-rays revealed that I now had a formal fracture in the neck of my femur.  The attending orthopedic surgeon recommended immediate surgery.  So it was that barely one day after leaving my home I found myself in an operating room in Boise, Idaho!  Happily, surgeon and hospital were excellent, and I am making a good recovery.
     When I got out of the hospital, my wife and I nonetheless found time to drive east and visit the Grand Tetons.  We reveled in them; they're one of our favorite mountain ranges. Originally, I had planned to backpack in the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho, then camp in the Tetons.  Now, a change of plans.
     As I remarked in the last blog I was able to post, several weeks ago, weakness produces its own fruit.  I am very much restricted in my physical activities, which has given me more time to read, reflect, and write.  As many a mystic--of any faith--has remarked, a steady diet of reduced pace and enforced silence does wonder for the soul.  I am no different.


     During my recuperation, I watched with amazement as literally millions of people flocked around the U.S. to see the total solar eclipse.  How intriguing that in our allegedly "scientific" and "rational" age so
many people found various degrees of spiritual enlightenment in a natural phenomenon.  However hard we try, we cannot avoid our spiritual sides.  We may be material beings, but we are spiritually driven.
     Thanks for reading.  I hope to be posting more regularly soon.

I apologize.  I cannot access my blog to update.  Stay tuned.

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