Thanks

Father, 

Today I am grateful for all that you have provided me with.  I look around and see the wonder of what you have made and realize how blessed I am to enjoy it.  I thank you for my children and the woman who I call their mother and my wife.  I am grateful for the home in which I live and the vehicles I am able to drive.  I thank you for food in my refrigerator and the clothes that cover my body.  I am thankful for the world you have so graciously provided.  I am grateful, but disinterested.

Daily I wake up to a world that is full of wonder and I follow the same paths I trod the day before.  It is easier to sit inside a coffee shop than it is to sit at my table at home.  Today there is no doubt I will listen to the same music, ponder the same tired theories of existence and diatribe with those to whom I am angry, but don’t have the wherewithal to confront.  Then it will come:

I will question my faith in you.  

I will wrestle with the seemingly inconsistent presentation of you in the Scriptures and the world in which I live.  I will think the thoughts of Dawkins who would write you off as mere magic or superstition so that a more simple answer can be sought.  I will wonder why so much violence and injustice occur in a world supposedly orchestrated and overseen by an all-powerful, merciful god. For a few moments, I will wrestle with what confuses me,  But I will come back to what I do understand. 

Trees give off oxygen that allow me to breathe.  The ground produces fruit and vegetation that will sustain me.  While not readily accessible to all, fresh water provides my body with much needed hydration. It is true that I cannot fix the world; however, I am not restricted in handling the issues of those around me.  More than that, I am able to pass on a legacy of hope and peace to my children who will one day - if they are not already - wrestle with both the angels and demons of their age.  For this I thank you.  

I love you so.

Soli Deo Gloria