"Pastor Speaks"
Periodic Commentary from Pastor Jeff Haygood.

Where is God in all of this? Have you ever asked yourself that question? In the midst of a wild and crazy world we sometimes wonder where he is. In our Christianized culture it is not appropriate to ask this question aloud, so we just wonder. I wondered where he was on September 11th; I wonder where he is as thousands of homosexuals proudly march down our city streets; parading their sin and daring anyone to oppose them;  I wondered where he was as a major denomination in our nation ordained a homosexual to the Bishopric; I wondered where he was as over 1,000,000 babies were aborted last year in our nation; I wondered where he was when prayer was taken out of our schools; I wondered where he was as millions of Africans lay dying of aids and starvation; I wonder where he was as suicidal lunatics strapped bombs to their bodies in a hate inspired stupor and murder Jewish citizens; I wonder where he is as our nation attempts to separate our selves from him, and out law any reference to him beyond the Church building.

After all, The Lord Jesus Christ is becoming an outlaw in our nation. We can not take him to school, we can not take him to work, we can no longer acknowledge him if we hold public office; He is not welcome in our courthouses, he is persona non grata in our institutions of higher learning. I wonder, where God is. 

We have often heard that the only stupid question is the one that is not asked. So I asked. Lord, where are you? You are God, how can you allow such awful things to happen. Then my question became a bit more personal. Lord how can you allow things in my life to get so squirrelly. I am a believer, I read my bible, I attend church services, I serve in the church, I contribute financially, I treat people fairly. Where are you when I need you, where are you when America needs you, where are you when the church needs you.

When I had finished my complaint, disguised as a prayer, the Lord began to minister to me. I have heard the cry of starving children, I hear the groan of helpless babies being aborted, I hear the groan of hatred deeply entrenched in the hearts of Islamic fundamentalists, I hear the groan of the homosexual who masked his pain in perverted pleasure, I hear the groan of politically correct closet Christians who fear persecution, I hear the groan of true martyrs in Indonesia, Malaysia, China, and the Sudan as they are sacrilegiously sacrificed for their Christian faith. Yet my son, the question is not where I am, but where are you. Where are my sons and daughters, where is my bride, the church, where is the body of Christ, where are the spirit led, spirit empowered  people of God. Who can I send, and who will go for us?

Then I said, here I am Lord, send me.

Rom 8:18-22 For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. 19 For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God. 20 For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope, 21 Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. 22 For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.