Sunday, July 20, 2003
I've spent a lot of time this weekend thinking about the holocaust. I've watched two films (plus the "making of" material from one of them), read some stimulating writing that referenced it, and seen part of a public television program that dealt with WWII death camps. I am left with two feelings - seemingly incongruent, and yet both unmistakably there. I feel the utter horror and sickness in my stomach that more than six million image bearers of God were savagely put to death. And yet I feel the hope that being an image bearer of God myself brings me - that I am empowered to live a life of love and sacrifice toward Him, whether in this physical body or out of it.
John Piper writes about the "mosaic" of God's will. When viewed individually, the pieces of a mosaic appear insignificant, ugly at times, small, and meaningless. But when viewed as a part of the whole, they all contribute to the beautiful picture. Our God can take even the ugly things of life and build them into his story in such a way as to make them beautiful. His time for redemption will come, and we will be breathlessly captivated by what he has done.
