Have you ever felt that God wasn’t answering your prayers? Have you ever wondered where He was when you really needed Him? This writer cries out, “God, are you avoiding me? Where are you when I need you?”TM
You let the wicked go along with no consequences at all. “The wicked snub God, their noses stuck high in the air. Their graffiti are scrawled on the walls: ‘Catch us if you can!’ ‘God is dead.’ They care nothing for what you think; if you get in their way, they blow you off. They live (they think) a charmed life: ‘We can’t go wrong. This is our lucky year!’”TM
Where are you, God? Don’t you care that the wicked mock you and prosper? And worst of all “…the unlucky victim is brutally axed. He thinks God has dumped him, he’s sure that God is indifferent to his plight.”TM
Well, that’s all I can take, God! “Time to get up, God—get moving. The luckless think they’re Godforsaken. They wonder why the wicked scorn God and get away with it, Why the wicked are so cocksure they’ll never come up for audit.”TM
But then I settle down and remember the truth of the whole world situation. “…you know all about it— the contempt, the abuse. I dare to believe that the luckless will get lucky someday in you. You won’t let them down: orphans won’t be orphans forever….God’s grace and order wins; godlessness loses….The victim’s faint pulse picks up; the hearts of the hopeless pump red blood as you put your ear to their lips. Orphans get parents, the homeless get homes. The reign of terror is over, the rule of the gang lords is ended.”TM
All right, Lord God, I think I’ll go ahead and trust You!