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It has been such a pretty spring here. Finally, late as always, my dogwood tree is starting to bloom and my little inch-tall cosmos flowers have pushed their way out of the ground. There are a million little honeybees working hard at the raspberry blossoms and I can’t wait to be eating fresh berries again.

This earth is so beautiful—and yet this world is so ugly. I am heartbroken today over the poison of sin. Part of me wants to rant and rage against the injustice and hypocrisy I am seeing in the society I live in, but part of me just doesn’t have the words or the energy left for another moral crisis. I see Christians being ripped apart and backstabbed by people who call themselves by the same name. I see the workers of peace and justice being called hateful and bigoted for upholding those values to protect a thankless public. I see the agenda of the Enemy advancing everywhere, rapidly, and I see that so few people seem to care.

So the only thing that really makes sense to me to do is sit for a moment at the feet of Jesus, grieving the utter depravity of the humanity He once called “good.” If I look into His eyes, I see not outrage, but pain—so much pain as He watches His friends blacken His name and His enemies laugh at the sight of it.

“The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, and He knows those who take refuge in Him.”  Nahum 1:7