I headed to the gym recently with Romans 8:31 on my mind: “If God is for us, who can be against us?”
As I let the treadmill dictate the slope necessary to get my cardio peaked out, I looked up at the wall of monitors streaming morning news updates from at least three different stations. Troops back to Iraq. A driver identified in the death of a young mom. Tornadoes that ripped through Nebraska, taking two human lives.
Watching my heart rate rise, I said to God, “What am I supposed to do? What effect can I have on this pain and chaos in our world?” The truth is, I’m praying for God’s hand to move within my own family. We all have our personal “prayer lists” of things we’re believing God to act on. But Nebraska? What can I do? The other side of the planet?
I felt small. Insignificant. And it didn’t take long until the focus was on me.
How did that happen? These stories aren’t about me; they’re about other people. And now I’m back to me? Really?
“Okay, God, what are you supposed to do? How are you going to intervene? How long does this chaos and injustice and pain go on? What about the boys and wife who lost their dad and husband last week? What about the woman who called yesterday, looking for anyone to understand the pain of her wrecked marriage?”
So, as I felt my heart rate climb, I asked again—maybe rhetorically—“What am I supposed to do?”