Where’s God?

As we survey the array of pain on earth we may dismay at the display of decay we see in all the hurt.  We treat women as objects and object to their objections of being sexually exploited and maimed when we claim with poisoned voices that sexism has been tamed, because a majority of those voices have a male name.  And the progeny of our misogyny results in benefiting the accused and doubting the abused because we’ve refused giving the benefit of the doubt to the those treated as sex toys to be used.  But I’ve only begun calculating the calamity that’s culminating into the casualty of humanity.  Indeed when someone’s dignity is defiled and denied because of sensitivity to sensual selection, we forget humans are more than their sexual acts with their genitals.  We fight harder against the sexual immorality of gay marriage  than we do the immortal practice of trafficking women and children for sex that’s as old as sin itself.  And the world’s brokenness doesn’t stop here.

We’ve learned to stomach the cries of empty stomachs full of malnutrition trying to summon some manifestation of sudden generosity from this generation of gluttons who indulge in the fruits of their labor while some don’t even have the means to labor for fruit. But Naysayers don’t see how brute locality blinds us from the impoverished since we don’t see poverty in our neighbor.  And the nature of locality is also a major maker of the mayor of discrimination who disseminates races of racism racing through our air.  Evil’s terrorism holds hostages at the price of heroism but we’re already too indebted o the heroin of comfort to ransom those from this bondage. The nonsense embedded in the random way evil has ran some through the gambit of suffering suffices to call God a phantom.  We see that pain is pervasive in all and can’t help but ask where are you God? I truly understand this cry but the next time you feel that tension of tending to someone’s pain to ask that question of where is God’s presence, just remember God primarily moves through people so instead of asking where is God, maybe ask where are you?

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