Mighty

Mighty...I am pondering the idea that God is mighty, powerful, able. I am sure I am convinced of that truth but sometimes, I struggle. I mean sometimes, I don't understand if God is mighty, why doesn't God just fix all the sorrow and suffering. Then as I hover over the abyss of doubt, of faithlessness...God acts in a mighty, unexpected way in my life. For some mighty means parting the sea, raising the dead or creating mountains. This past week, mighty meant God doing mighty acts in ordinary people. Youth working in 100plus heat with a cheerful attitude, reaching out to those they helped with kindness and the love of God. Sixty four youth completed 21 service projects in five days. Each night they would share and worship and love on each other. Was it all perfect? No and that was the very miracle. God worked in the messiness, the emotions, the heat. When the closing sharing was done, everyone wanted to come back and do it again. God was mighty to save and we had front row seats.