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I know that everyone’s different, and I know that God baffles us all in different ways, but sometimes I don’t understand why people get so caught up trying to figure out why God would let evil things happen to the world. See, I’m ok with there being evil in the world. Really, I am. The existence of evil doesn’t totally rock my world out of orbit and debunk every aspect of my faith. It simply says, “yo- there’s something about God that you don’t understand. Why don’t you try to get to know him a little better, and maybe your soul will find some rest in this turmoil that we call life.” However, there is something about God that really drives me crazy, and it’s not that hurricanes and earthquakes and famines and genocides happen.

It’s time.

It’s that God puts an unquenchable longing into a finite body within a beautiful world with just a few years of precious existence. I think about all the songs there are to write and listen to, all the books to read, all the bridges to build and planets to discover, orphans to adopt and all the hungry to feed. All the mountains to climb, all the best spots to look at the stars, all the fish to catch and all the storms to watch and all the laughs to hear. I think of Egypt and Greece, and the Amazon and the Serengeti. And then I think, “all that in just 55 more years? Impossible.” So what- do I write a bucket list or something?? As if that would even put a dent into the longing. And then I think about school. All these things in the world to do and accomplish, and I’m sitting here in a dorm room reading and studying what my society says is good and necessary to be a better person (or asset). You have to be kidding me. Let time be DAMNED. I cannot wait for that liberating moment.

Until then, better is one day in Your courts, Lord, than a gazillion elsewhere.