Most people assume that bad things don’t happen to good people.
But friends, this is not how the world works.
I’m not even going to pretend I know the reason why bad things happen. Or draw up a list of things you can do to avoid them. (If I had any inkling, I can guarantee you; my family would not be walking the road we are now.)
I’m just going to attest to the fact that nothing outside of God himself is worth holding onto in the midst of them.
I have my health; but my 4-year-old nephew was just given a horrifying diagnosis.
I have an amazing family; they are broken by this news.
I have the reputation of being a good person; this road couldn’t be harder.
I have Jesus; He is here.
And that’s the whole point of this life. The whole point of faith.
For all its faults and fallacies, Christianity is intended to point us back to redemption—in Christ.
Not in good deeds, good works, good health reports.
Happy families, secure jobs, steady relationships.
Security in any venue beyond Christ is unreliable.
With each small success in Ben’s story to this point, I’ve clung to the words of positive progress.
I held my breath and prayed through surgery. He woke up with full capabilities.
I held my heart and prayed harder watching my sister hold him in the ICU. He was discharged the next day.
We all burst with excitement when told he would be released to come back home.
I held those victories so tightly.
I shouted them out loud for everyone to hear.
I put my trust in them; began to build expectations on them: He’s fine. He’ll be home. He’ll recover in a few weeks. Our lives will be back to normal soon.
And then I realized just how undependable they were.
I understand doctors give the worst case scenarios. But under no circumstance is “cancer” ever a welcome word.
I cried hysterically. Fell on my knees, buried my face and cried until I had to remind myself to breath.
There was not a thing in the world that could ease the pain tearing at the edges of my heart.
Not in this world.
Then, with swollen eyes and shaking hands, I picked up my Bible.
“The salvation of the righteous comes from the Lord;
he is their stronghold in time of trouble.
The Lord helps them and delivers them;
he delivers them from the wicked and saves them,
because they take refuge in him.”
It’s easy to get comfortable in our faith when life is going well.
It gets harder when it’s all you have left.
I won’t lie and say that I’m not scared. I absolutely am.
But there’s something—Someone—in me that overpowers it.
I have seen the power of God at work. I have read, seen, and lived stories that reveal His provision, healing, and faithfulness.
I know He is capable of miracles.
And I am not wasting a breath asking Him for anything less.
Bad things do happen to good people.
But God redeems them all.
It is for this, we have Jesus.