The Worst Thing is NOT the Last Thing

"The worst thing is not the last thing."

This was the quote that stuck with me on Sunday morning.  Adam Hamilton, in his video series "Why" made this statement.  No matter what it is...no matter how bad it is...it is not the last thing.

Our Sunday School class discussed how bad things happen.  Being good, doing good; this kind of hard work doesn't give you immunity to the effects of evil.  We will suffer and have pain.  Sometimes that pain is very hard to bear.

Horrible things happen.  There is no reason, no "why."  Trying to find the "why" is one sure way to lose your way, to lose hope.  

Hope is what we have to hang on to in every circumstance, and it is what I am most grateful for tonight.  The worst thing is NOT the last thing.

"What then are we to say about these things?  If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not withhold his own Son, but gave Him up for all of us, will He not with Him also give us everything else?  Who will separate us from the love of Christ?....No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."  Romans 8:31-32, 35, 37
For a lot of comfort and food for thought read:

Why? Making Sense of God's Will by Adam Hamilton


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