In the aftermath of two deaths in motorsports, the harsh reminder that we live in a cruel world is hard to escape. Yesterday I missed the live telecast of race that was ended two laps in by a horrific accident. While I was interested in the race, others were over to watch the world cup final of another sport. With a simple flick of the channel five minutes before the incident, I was blissfully unaware of what was happening up the road.
As I spoke to a friend later in the evening, he broke the news. I was a fan of this rider. He was bright. His laughter and approach to life filled others with hope. His smile infected everyone around him.
In the intense moments of life’s cruelty I find myself relooking at my God. Is this God present? If so, how? How is my God responding to this tragedy? I know I am also asking myself about my belief. Is it real? Do I always believe in mercy, love, and community? Even now?
With the questions I struggle to answer, my uncertainty also comes with an assurance I cannot shake. “If Christ weren’t raised, then all you’re doing is wandering about in the dark, as lost as ever.” (1 Corinthians 15.17) I reflect on what is going on – within and without – and I know I am not abandoned in the darkness. I know my heart’s values are as important today as they were yesterday. I can sense God’s tears – for the family and friends of the racers that have died, for those that were lost in the floods of Myanmar, and for those struggling to survive in Bangkok. Divinity’s awareness and grace does not end there. Divinity’s heart is torn by every broken relationship. Divinity’s hope is restoration for all.
At a funeral this weekend, one mourner expressed the hope we share; “Good must come out of this, it must.” Even with dark clouds sit nearby, I know we have a hand to play in bringing love, community, and mercy to each moment.
