The 3 Lies Our Media Tells About Evil

rainI’m almost sick to my stomach right now.

Not from an illness, unless you count human depravity an illness.

No, I’m sick from seeing evil.

For some reason, the evil in this world has really decided to wave itself in my face the last couple days. I just got done telling our students in youth group how their generation was having a harder time escaping anxiety and finding peace than any in human history, and that part of the reason was how easily their Facebook news feeds bring evil right to their eyes. It seems that evil was all too eager to prove my own words to me.

Every evil from apathy to foolishness to desperation to sadism. Everywhere on the spectrum.

The cyclist who runs a red light on his bike, across a corner he can’t see around, and then stops to pick a fight with the motorist who calls him out.

The creep who prowls online dating sites looking for someone to scam out of their entire savings, leaving them to pick up the pieces.

The drunk who gets behind the wheel and barrels down Main Street with no thought to what lives and families he might shatter.

The company who afflicts their workers with terminal disease because they’re too cheap to offer occupational safety.

The mother and boyfriend who torture and kill their child.

The pimps who traffic girls of as young as three months old – yes, months – in the sex trade.

It can get really discouraging really quickly.

And on top of that, we have to deal with three very subtle, almost subconscious lies being told by our media and entertainment industries on the nature of evil.

1. It’s winning.

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God is Furious About What’s Happened to You

sunriseA friend I hadn’t seen in years somehow found my lost wallet the other day. As we caught up, he revealed his story, of which I’d heard only snatches. Great pain, through a mixture of his own errors and others’ betrayal. The years since youth group had not turned out as he’d hoped (boy, can I relate). When he finished, I asked him how his faith was doing.

He said it was behind him. “I suppose if there is a God, he might have had a purpose in all this…” he mused uncertainly. I don’t remember what he said next. I was already agonizing over what he had evidently never heard.

God is furious about what’s happened to you.

There are some of you who need to hear that, too.

That parent who walked out on you, or made your life a living hell. All the shaming and stalking you experienced in high school. Losing a job through false accusations. The devastating accident from someone’s foolishness. The maelstrom of sin that has brought a shattering to every life.

God is furious about what’s happened to you.

Does this take you aback?

When I read those eight words one day, it changed my view of God forever. That day was a sunrise. It was a balm on years of encrusted pain from my family’s collapse, the trailhead of a long walk back to him.

Because despite years spent in church, I had never heard those words before.

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