Non-Sense

“Life doesn’t make sense” makes me feel better.

I would like life to make sense.

But in a world where a 14-year-old’s
Illegitimate pregnancy results three decades later in
Thirty-seven illegitimate grandchildren,
While I have lovely Christ-follower friends denied a baby,
I don’t think there are words adequate to explain this.
It doesn’t make sense.

I don’t understand why a couple of suburbanites
Would be called to start a farm.
What a foolish allocation of resources—
Financial, educational, agricultural, emotional.
It doesn’t make sense.

Some parents die decades before their children marry.
Some parents linger in a state of living death,
Consuming resources long past what is comfortable
For either parent or child.
It doesn’t make sense.

And let’s not get started on mental illness, autism,
Birth defects, tsumanis, and other acts of God,
Let alone acts of man like human trafficking, torture,
Or even the simple divorce.

None of these make sense.

Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
Amen.