An Ancient Issue Revisited

Susan Kline’s recent Fresh Start Devotional addresses an issue as old as Job: Why do good people suffer bad things? She cites n Matthew 5:45: “He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.” Here are Susan’s thoughts, lightly edited.
This is not a perfect world and never will be until the new heaven and new earth arrives. In a perfect world, little children wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire of feuding gang members; fathers wouldn’t be ripped from their families due to the ravages of war; people wouldn’t die of cancer; tsunamis, hurricanes, and tornadoes wouldn’t destroy homes, schools, and whole towns.
Once the world was perfect, but when sin became part of the equation, murder, disease, and all manner of bad things began to happen.
We are not immune to sin, and we are not immune to bad happenings. But what about good people who suffer bad things, not the consequence of sin? A child with a congenital defect; a mother and child killed in an accident. Scripture is full of such accounts.
In Ecclesiastes Solomon said, “What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.” “Whoever digs a pit may fall into it, and whoever splits logs may be endangered by them.” Joseph did nothing to deserve being sold by his brothers. He refused sin, yet Potiphar’s wife had him thrown in prison. One day, wise Joseph would acknowledge, what man meant for harm, God meant for good (Genesis 50:20).
Psalm 119:68 declares God is good and what He does is good. Though we can’t always understand why, we can accept this truth: Even through hard-to-accept circumstances, God is good and does good .
Habakkuk questioned why God would tolerate wrongdoing and allow bad things to happen. God’s response: I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told. God is good and he does good, even when we don’t understand.
Thanks, Susan. These confusing days cry for such reminders
Old Grandpa Lloyd