We are troubled by the violence we see in this county and throughout the world. We plead with God for his intervention. We ask that he will bring peace. We long for justice and decency. But our cries and pleas and prayers seem to go unanswered. We find ourselves living in ancient times.
Consider Habakkuk 1;1-4 (NIV):
“How long, Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, ‘Violence!’ but you do not save? Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrongdoing? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds. Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails. The wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted.”
Sound familiar? Many people pray those exact words every day. But let’s read Habakkuk 2:2-4:
“Then the Lord replied: Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald may run with it. For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.”
That was written thousands of years ago. We are still waiting. The appointed time appears to have been delayed. Has God’s revelation proved false? As in Habakkuk’s troubled times and in our’s, Habakkuk’s final words should become our own:
“The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights.” (Habakkuk 3:19)
Give me faith, Lord. Give me hope.