I hate weekends like the one that's coming up.
This weekend we're launching into a new series in which we're going to tackle some "tough questions."
And the hate kinda continues to well up in me, even as I say that - because, already, we're in danger of making something that's real into something that is trite.
And that's because for a lot of us, these "tough questions" aren't really "questions" at all; they're not things that we just think about or ponder or wrestle with.
Instead, they are things that have happened to us, or happened to someone that we love. They're wounds. Real ones. They're shackles, even. Today, even.
The "tough question" of "How can a good God let bad things happen?" sounds more like "Why was I sexually abused?" or "Why didn't they get healed?" or "Why didn't my baby survive?"
See? Real. Not trite. Messy. Not tidy.
So I'm going to make this promise to you: we will not approach the next few weekends at Prairie Lakes Waterloo as though we're going to solve some of these huge, complicated, painful subjects with a 35 minute lecture and some music and doughnuts. K? Promise.
You can come and rest in that. You can invite a friend and not be afriad of that.
We'll treat this sensitively, faithfully, and scripturally. And we'll trust God with the rest.
Hope to see you this weekend.