While ice skating with our Lighthouse community on Wednesday I heard, “I sure wish the ice wasn’t so rough,” quite a few times. That got me thinking, the Zamboni is right there, and so is the driver, why would he not smooth the ice? The answer is simple, we would have to stop skating to smooth the ice, and the second we return to the ice, it is no longer perfect. A couple of hours later, the ice will be equally rough and unpleasant as before. This is why the driver waits until closing, when all of the skaters are gone, so that the ice can finally rest, pristine and smooth.
I can’t tell you how many times I have asked questions like: “God, why is there so much hurt in the world?”, “Why do so many people die of curable diseases?”, and “Why are so many people hungry?” “God, why didn’t you stop those planes from hitting the Twin Towers?” These are the questions that keep people up at night. These are the questions that drive people from the church, from God.
I think God is a lot like that Zamboni driver. Why does God not heal every heart, cure every sick, feed every hungry, and stop those two planes? This answer may also be simple, He would have to remove us for a while to smooth things out and then the second we are back in the picture things would get rough once again. The only way for things to truly be fixed, is for God to keep us from screwing up, and the only way of doing that is either remove us from the picture, or remove our free will, but He loves us too much to do such a thing.
God too waits for the end. He waits to show us a new Heaven and a new earth. Waits to show us the way things are meant to be. Revelation 21: 4-5 says, “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.”” Though everything around us seems rough, God gave his son, so that all imperfection will be finely crafted together, to create not a world that is perfectly smooth, but a endless mountain range that perfectly points to Jesus.