I think the world changes for everyone at some stage every day. We gather experiences that shape us, for good or bad. We see things that move us, that stick with us and that form our opinions and beliefs.
My uncle died on Friday. So the world for our family has changed. And in the struggle that follows, especially for my two cousins, the world will change rapidly. The realisation of a life that is gone. The little bits of life that don't fit any more.
And in a changing world the desire for a God who will not change can only increase. We desperately seek a firm foundation in the quicksand of our life. Something to hold on to as everything swims around in our reality. The only trouble with that is that the God who does not change, the God who is omnipotent, has allowed our tragedy and there are no easy answers to that. The calling home of Raymond has undoubtedly been to the greater Glory of God but has been a bitter blow to those left behind. And we must struggle through that. And God is at our side when we do. God told Hezekiah that he has heard our prayers and seen our tears. This time 15 years have not been added though...
Father - we suffer terribly sometimes - but all under your control.
