Sometimes I hate looking at the world. There is so much going on as people struggle to eat, fight disease, overcome natural disasters, and battle oppression for the hope of a better today. Yet, I have the audacity to think that it’s normal to go through my day without many troubles at all. The problems of the world seem so big, and I feel so terribly small that the temptation to bury my head in the sand is very real indeed.
Then I have a moment when I see a thing of genuine beauty and think, “If something so beautiful can exist evil really can be overcome.” Until I remember that, like this sunset, all of our beauty comes with a cost – and a lot of it manages to perpetuate the very evil which sets the world aflame. It’s too much to get my head around most days – and the internal wrestling match is highlighted well in this comic. One day, all things will be made new – but as we work and strive to see that process underway now, the hoping is awfully painful.
Is there one person speaking, or two? I’m honestly not sure.
