Looking for God in a World of Hatred and Anger
What can you believe in, or do you still believe to be true, that anger and hatred hasn’t destroyed?
My friend leaned in with tears on his face and asked how could there be a God when the world is ready to collapse under the weight of its own hatred and anger?
Forever ready to defend personal belief, and the search for God, I just sat and stared at him with no answer.
Where is God in a world where families split angry over politics, innocents are murdered because of their choice of faith, and political leaders use religion as a shield made of their own hatred against anyone who has different values, or way of life?
Even our religious role models, wrapped in their own fury, are often the people who drive us away from seeking God as they try and teach us that only they know the path, and we can never find God without them.
I was sitting with my young friend late at night having that last glass of wine. Everyone who had been part of our dinner group had left, and there was just us at the end of the bar quietly talking.
My friend was in his mid-30s, two young kids, and recently divorced. His trust in just about everything in life was shattered, but his tears were for the loss of his faith. “I want to believe, but I can’t find God,” he said.
Thinking about God in a time where we doubt facts, but cherish a false intellect demanding proof for everything, then believing nothing that is presented to us, is a mind shattering task.
We want to believe in faith, but we have lost the faith to believe in anything
When you have lost faith in most everything in your life, what is left? What can you believe in, or do you still believe to be true, that anger and hatred hasn’t destroyed?
When most of what you believe to be true is lost in life, there is nothing left but raw emotion. When you no longer trust facts presented by others, you have to trust your emotions to survive. When you have nothing left to believe in is when most people discover faith.
We talked about his love for his children. The divorce had left both of the kids struggling to get through the school year. They were young enough to understand their lives were now different forever, but too young to not be angry at everyone.
“I love my children so much I would die for them,” he said.
Love is an overused word. We throw it out at the end of phone call to family, we add it in a text to someone we miss, we whisper it to the ones we choose to spend our lives with, and we take love for granted until it is lost or dies.
Is love a willingness to die for your kids? If there was a truck heading down the street toward one of your children, would you jump in and save the kid at the loss of your own life?
There are few parents on the planet who wouldn’t make that choice, although on certain days with teenagers it might have been us throwing the kids in front of the truck, but for a parent there would not have to be a decision, it would just happen.
His sacrifice is an act of love, but show me love? Lay it here on the desk? Where can I wrap my hands around this thing called love?
What about anger? My friend worked with someone who turned out to be a hateful human being. The person was a taker to the extremes, who ended up hurting everyone who had given him a hand up, such as my friend, and that person still carries an anger the explodes within minutes if you encounter him.
Hate and anger is all around us, we can feel it, and we can experience it randomly all day no matter where you live these days. Twenty minutes of news on any channel leaves you wanting to crawl under a table with a bottle of good wine and hide until the world swings back toward some normalcy.
But show me this anger? We experience it, and at times it does feel palatable, but anger is an expression of what we feel, and who we are, and again, can’t be touched or tossed on this table so we can all take a look at it.
Looking for God in a world of hatred and anger demands you have the strength to see through this wall of negativity, and past those whose self-righteousness, arrogance, and belief their way is the only way that discourages anyone from seeking God on your own terms
Seeking God in a world of anger requires you seeking Him by finding your own way. Love, anger and faith all exist, although I have never touched any of these emotions, I believe they are real because I have seen the expression of all these in life.
The anger in the world is an expression of man and has little to do with God.
Faith is an emotion you have to find on your own, in your own way, and you must find your own path to God. In a world of such anger and hatred, has there ever been a better time to see if you can find this path?