Jane Doe, the survivor of the Stanford rape case.
I read their words today.
The world is broken, suffering, a slew of one-after-the-others. ISIS. Another Ebola outbreak. Another mass shooting at a high school. Another high-profile sexual assault case. Another child who dies of cancer.
I find myself sometimes, in the teeny tiny recesses of my heart, quietly asking God is the gospel is enough.
“Lord, is the Good News…is Jesus actually enough to heal and make right and restore?”
“Lord. Are you actually enough to fix all this?”
Doubt is real in the face of a groaning planet where humans are starting wars and destroying each others’ bodies or you find yourself waiting for “the phone call” that someone in your family has an incurable disease.
Doubt is real when you wonder if your grandma’s heart will ever soften towards the true Gospel and if Christians will ever act like Christians.
I heard a message on Romans