I work with kids from some pretty tough life circumstances. Sometimes because of their own choices, and sometimes because of someone else's. It's pretty tough and sometimes feels incredibly unfair that they suffer because of someone else's sin. (Ultimately, no one is without sin and all sin is wrong, but some sin affects others much more deeply.)
I spent a lot of time last week processing, talking, and crying about this, and ended up overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted. And then, this Sunday we read Isaiah 53 in church:
(ESV version found at biblegateway.com) Here is most of the chapter…but read the rest…it's all good.
And friends…I cried. And here's why: Everything we suffer through, all that breaks our hearts, and the injustices we see, He received, experienced and endured exponentially more than we do. So when we go to him with a broken heart for the messed up world we live in, He totally understands…and I think He hurts too. He loves us so much that He allowed His Son to suffer and die to rescue us from this life where we are affected by sin. He will make all things right one day. And that, my friends, is the greatest hope I can even imagine.