Cancer. Death. Sickness. Marital strife. Persecution. Imprisonment. Loneliness. Isolation. Grief.
These are words that have become common in the lives of those surrounding me. This has been a year of being shaken by the massive quantity of hurt in this world. By the amount of hurt in those whom I love.
So how do I help to alleviate the pain?
How can I possibly tell a friend with cancer that “Everything will be okay”?
How can I console a friend in a broken marriage when there is no guarantee that there is a healing at the end of her painful struggle?
How can I encourage a persecuted brother who is living a life of separation from everyone he loves, from all that is known and familiar to him?
How can I press my hands against this bleeding mass of humanity that surrounds me when I only have two hands and a human body that is limited by so many of my own frail weaknesses?
The truth is, I can’t.
I can’t fix what is broken.
I can’t mend hearts.
I can’t restore relationships or stop religious persecution.
I can’t bridge miles of separation, nor repair the damage that has been inflicted by the forces of broken promises and betrayal.
But I can pray.
I can place my friends at the foot of the Cross and trust that He who heals the nations can heal the hurt of a loved one. That the One who restores the prostitute and makes her His beloved Bride can breathe life into all this brokenness and bring about a work of beauty. A rendition of redemption that only a Savior can cast and mold and make into a reflection of His glory.
And today, I must trust that my prayers are enough.
Enough for the friend with cancer.
Enough for the grieving parent.
Enough for the lonely wife.
Enough for the brokenhearted.
Sometimes the hurt penetrates to the core of who we are.
But it never penetrates beyond the reach of a heavenly hand that promises to uphold and sustain through it all.
“Cast your burden on the Lord, and He shall sustain you; He shall never permit the righteous to be shaken.” ~ Psalm 55:22