I've done quite a lot of driving over the past week. As much as I enjoy driving, it can be ridiculously frustrating. Yesterday, as I-94W nearly turned into a parking lot in Indiana, I was struck by how glad I am that Jesus is coming back. I think if there's one thing we can learn from road construction it's that we human beings are absolutely hopeless on our own. We can't figure out how to efficiently merge when a lane closes or how to drive a reasonable speed once everybody has merged. I'm not even sure we've really figured how to build and repair roads properly. (Sidebar: Indiana, for all your arrogant billboards in Illinois about how you're a state that works, are you ever going to be finished doing construction on I-94? It's been going on for years, and I'm sick of it. I'm not sure I have the words to express how glad I am that I don't have to drive through Indiana to go home to my parents anymore.) Seriously, if we can't even drive on a highway without devolving into selfishness, rage, pettiness, and a host of other sins—to say nothing of sheer stupidity—what makes us think we have any real chance against things like climate change, poverty, or the threat of nuclear warfare? Spoiler alert: we don't. We can't save ourselves. We need to stop being surprised when we seem to take steps backwards as a society. That's what sinful, broken people do. Thankfully, our God is making everything new and perfect. Thankfully, He also brings goodness here and now and even uses our efforts as part of that. So let's be real, but let's not stop trying or give up hope. Come quickly, Lord Jesus. Have mercy, and save us from ourselves.
Grace and peace,
BMH
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