I was perusing the “Best of Craigslist” today and came across the posting CAT FOUND where someone apparently found a possum on their back porch and, thinking it was someone’s lost cat, took it in and posted a bulletin on craigslist.

I have a hard time believing this post is legitimate, but it reminds me of how often I call possums cats… only when I do it, I am much less funny.
When I see things in this world that disgust me, pain and suffering, natural disasters and war, extreme poverty and extreme wealth, part of me questions the goodness of God because of them. But most of me accepts that I simply cannot understand the things of God. This has nothing to do with putting blinders on to the world or trying to ignore the reality and so-called “problem” of evil. It has everything to do with the realization that I get possums and cats mixed up all the time.
While I may not understand what God is doing in the world around me, I do know what God has done inside of me. I am a wretched man and yet I am more loved than my feeble mind can comprehend. The same part of me that questions a loving God in this broken world is the same part of me that calls his love bad and drives me to do what I hate.
And so here I am, doing the best I can with what I’ve got, knowing that it is not good enough. Knowing that I am not an expert on cats or possums. Carried ever onward by the knowledge that I am loved on account of Jesus and declared a son of God.