Faith strangely exists amidst explicit doubts when we contemplate our death.
We prefer to think that evil is something “bad people” do, and that these bad people are easily recognizable. We see a mug shot on the news and say “Oh, he looks like a child molester, like a mass shooter, like a serial killer, like a bad person. Or as often as not today we think of evil as that perpetrated only by our political opposites. We describe such people as “inhuman” or “deplorable”, descriptors that gives us the relief of distance. The guise evil wears is, of course, always that of someone else.
The light shines in the darkness. And the darkness cannot understand it, control it, name it, manipulate it, or master it.
More and more, Christians must answer the question of why God permits evil.
According to Bishop Butler, Scripture is God’s instrument to separate the sheep from the goats and to order both according to his intentions.
Our enemies are not the ones identified on Twitter. Our enemies are sin, death, and the devil.
One word has kept coming into my mind since the shootings, which we don't hear from many Episcopal pulpits: "demonic."