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A man in our church is good friends with Muni. He stayed at Muni’s house last month–Muni was in Israel attending his brother’s funeral (his brother committed suicide). You may have heard of Muni: last week he murdered his son before taking his own life. http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/08/11/father-kills-son-ywca/2641333/

When the monsters in the news take on a human face, when you are aware of their despair and hopelessness, you can’t help but move from judgment to empathy and conviction. Oh, if only Muni had had an ounce of hope. He wasn’t a monster. He was in despair.

I was moved deeply by the truth, revelation, and compassion of the man in our church as he wrote to tell us about Muni. I want to share those insights with you–

As I went for a walk, trying to make sense of the senseless, it
occurred to me that God sees it all, whether He wants to or not,
whether we tell Him or not.

He is the one who sees.

He has to see the senseless, the hateful, the contemptible, the awful
and all the rest.

And even though He’s able to stop it all, He can’t stop everything
because He wants to give us a choice whether or not to choose Him,
because if there’s no choice, it’s not really love.

So in a sense, that poor child died so that I would have an
opportunity to choose God.

It gave me a glimpse of how valuable I am to God.

I don’t know exactly how it all works, but it is very hard being God.

I know it’s not something I’m really able to do, but I want to make
the depravity of this world just a little less total by living for
God.

I want to let Him have His way in my life.

I don’t want what happened tonight, and other unspeakably awful
things, to happen as often.

I want to be a conduit of blessing.

It’s not that I think I could have stopped this: that’s not likely.

But intercession puts God into situations in ways we don’t entirely understand.

And given that Muni decided everything is hopeless, maybe it’s good
for me to maintain an attitude of hopefulness.

Even when the unspeakable happens.

After all, a good God is watching, and maybe there’s just a chance
that I can make what He sees a bit less painful.