An almost humorous dialogue between God and Habakkuk – or would be if it weren’t life and death issues being tossed around.
Habakkuk complains to God, similar to many Psalmists: “How long?” How long will evil triumph; injustice, unrest and violence abound?
God answers that he is doing a wonderful thing, raising up Babylon – proud, self serving, whose own strength is their God, who only honour themselves. Its a great description of this professional conquering machine sweeping down like an eagle. A few words sketch out perfect rows of war machinery and horses. Resistance by any kingdom will be futile.
Habukkuk politely complains again… its not quite the intervention he was asking for! The holy scriptures have emphasised the holiness of God’s character over and over… why is the Lord using this evil force to execute judgement?
End of chapter one!
I know an answer from many talks and sermons over the years. It’s the only possible compromise God can achieve to save some; working with evil to bring about grace. If God simply destroyed evil, it would destroy us all. We’ll see if Habakkuk gets that classic answer.
Sleepless night, awake now though.
I’m very phobic of work. It would be good for me if it was more constant, if I had clear and regular duties. But things come in piecemeal, and I can’t keep regularly plodding on.The unevenness, if I’m working from home, somehow lets the feelings of not being able to cope with anything take root. I feel similar about the prospect of returning to the office.
We are still working from home because of the COVID-19 pandemic. The longer it goes the more impossible I find it to imagine how I could go into the office every day again. I mulled over bitter feelings about losing yet another job during the night.
The ongoing contract situation is moveable and uncertain, I think I mentioned that before. And everyone in my family needs prayer. We’re all a bit rootless and messed up.
I don’t even feel prompted to pray “how long?” For me it’s a prayer of acceptance, resignation. This is how it is. It’s not the spectacular disruption of Babylon I consider anticipating, it’s just the slow creep of unsatisfying uncertainty and disappointment. Holding things together in the present, with a wing and a prayer for the opaque future.