when you work with cancer patients, you see all sorts of people cry. it's especially hard when you see large men, who seem like they'd be usually well-composed, cry. that happened today. and when it did, our nurse who is super amazing and one of the greatest nurses I've met said
"how can there be a god? when you see that kind of thing, how can there be a god?"
i know there's a god. i've experienced Him, seen Him work.. but I know that no matter how logical i reason with her, she won't be able to understand..
"man without the Spirit can't understand all that the Bible says (1 Cor 2:14)"
I don't think it's because she CANT understand but more like she chooses not to. And I think that broke my heart - that this person I respected so much would not be able to understand the hope and peace that i've been able to experience.
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later, i met up with someone i served in Hi-c with. she goes to my school now but i've been a terrible sunbae in not meeting up with her and seeing how she's doing. she's been going through the regular university struggles and is really passionate about getting to know god more.
we then got to talking about how KM and EM at church are like 2 churches and we have so many misconceptions about each other because we don't interact. she shared how she wanted to do more things together and honestly, i was so amazed. i guess i always thought the idea that people genuinely wanted to break down cultural barriers was so... unexpected/uncommon that i never expected god to actually spread that vision.
when i look at this common desire and when i look ahead to see how God's going to use the young people at church, i'm actually REALLY excited. and it reminds me that no matter how eloquent i am, or how logical i am, or how hard i try, everything's in His hands and I just gotta trust Him - even if things don't make sense, or even if things don't seem just.