He Makes All Things New

It's a broken world we inhabit, and I know this already. I know it, for I myself am warped by the fall, tainted by the curse of Adam and I look inside my own heart and see nothing good. There is nothing new under the sun, says the Teacher, and I bear witness to the fact that evil exists and it exists within me. I, myself, am broken, depraved, fallen, and it is only miraculous grace that prevents me from causing more harm than I already do.

And there are days when this depravity is all I see, when I don't know what to do with this utter brokenness that surrounds me and fills me, when the outlook is bleak and I wonder why God even bothers with man and I think blasphemous thoughts, wondering whether even He can make something good out of this ugly mess we've made of things, wondering whether even He can turn things around and make them right, wondering if He even wants to try. I don't think I would, were I in His position. I would wash my hands of the ugly, messy, awful lot of mankind, walk off and leave them to their own desperate wickedness.

Yet somehow, in His inexplicable, incredible, ineffable love He does care and He does clean up messes and He does do even more than that - He redeems. Somehow, He makes all things new, though it takes all of history, though we only get the tiniest glimpses of it in the short time we are given, though we don't deserve it, not one bit. He makes all things new.

For the life of me, I can't see it. I can't. Because the brokenness is too much, the hurt and the pain and the dysfunction too great for me to see how such things can be true. I can't see how this can be true.

And yet, somehow, I believe. Or at least, tonight I do. And for now, that is enough.