The world is utterly broken.
We see the brokenness of the world, the earth, when tsunamis happen on a grand and terrible scale. But signs of the broken world surround us everyday: broken bodies, broken hearts, broken children, broken parents, broken systems. When we take our blinders off its easy to see, its not hiding, this is a broken place.
It's been like that for a long, long time, but it wasn't always this way and it wasn't supposed to be this way.
The story goes something like this:
There once was a garden, more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Not a garden like in your mom's backyard, but a garden as if the whole earth was full and plentiful and perfect. I know its hard to image in a place like that while huffing in the toxins and fumes of years and years of pollutants. But try. This place was full of everything beautiful and everything good. There was a Father and his two children and this family was perfect, in fact you really could say that they were made for each other. There was so much love, real love, perfect love. In fact the Father had brought about the two children in love and to love, to love him and to love each other. True love of course requires freedom. It's not true love after all if it is forced or manipulated and so with everything else in the whole world, with his very own love the father gave his children freedom. Freedom to do as they saw fit, freedom to make their own choices, freedom to love, a freedom that would not be recalled. About this time a lie crept into the world, a lie that would change it all that would break it all. The lie was whispered into the hearts and souls of the children. The lie was that the father really didn't love them, not fully, not perfectly. After all if he did why would he have given the children a choice. Its a lie that is still whispered to us all today. Its a lie that seems to creep in when we need to know the truth about true love the most. The kids bought the lie and as it is with all choices, that choice had consequences. This beautiful place along with the heart of the father...broke. It was no longer as it should be.
In a place like this the water was perfect, the food was plentiful, the earth grew and blossomed and now decay and death, earthquakes and tsunamis, pain, loss and everything that didn't belong made its way into this world. Not because of the father...but because of the kids...because of us, because we chose and continue to choose our own way, a way that has always and will always continue to break down, corrupt and pollute what was once perfect.
Because everything is connected, everything is broken.
Including the earth.
Including us.
I felt this more than I ever had when death and disease became personal. On March 1st 2008 I lost my 19 year old baby brother in a horrific car accident. I went to the hospital and saw his broken body. I saw the broken ground, the broken car. My soul was pierced. On March 14 2008 I lost my mother after a short fight with pancreatic cancer. Her broken body. Our broken hearts.
It was never supposed to be like this...and I believe that one day it will be like this no longer.
Where is the paradox? Love requires choice and freedom and freedom isn't real freedom if every time we choose to break something God stays our hand. I believe in a God who is love and defines true love...and true love requires the kind of freedom that broke the whole earth from the beginning. True love stays true even when we are breaking things.
I know at time like this when tragedy is still so near and fresh, theological debate is about as useful as throwing a tennis ball at a tornado. I know that what the people in Japan need most is not discussion, platitudes or even Christians trying to make a point. What they need most is love, prayer, support and probably money. What they need somehow is a father, lets call him God, to walk with them through the storm, through the pain, through the destruction and through the brokenness. A God who is loving enough and powerful enough to not let anything: not trouble, not hardship, not persecution or famine or nakedness, not death or life, angels or daemons, the present or the future, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in this messed up and broken place to separate them from his very own love.


