Her eyes were dull and dart like. I could feel her hot gaze on me from across the room and I stood my ground as I positioned myself by the doorway to prevent students from bolting.
I had never met this girl before. I was her substitute teacher, and she hated me. I hadn’t even spoken yet … There was an announcement at the beginning of the class from the back of the classroom that I was the white teacher and an unsettled atmosphere was unavoidable.
The girl in the back hated me… or hated something, or someone… I chose curiosity over accusation – and wondered about her story. I recently read about a man who didn’t believe God existed. He didn’t believe until he was faced with the reality of evil. It was a discussion about evil that caused him to say, “In my work as a lawyer, I have seen so much evil. I have always believed in the power of evil. Tonight, it struck me that if there is a power of evil, it makes sense to believe that there is also a power of good.” That night, he became a Christian.
I think that girl in my classroom had encountered pain, sorrow, and cruelty. I believe God didn’t author this for her – but evil exists a result of humans having free choice. Real love doesn’t exist without real choice. God is love.
Father, when we encounter hurt, disappointment, failure or disillusionment, help us to see your goodness outshine the shadows of the broken world. You say you are victorious over all brokenness, once and for all, by your blood and your love. This truth is always worthy of thanksgiving.
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” – John 8:32