Reading the Gospels helps me to know I’m not alone in my doubts. In fact, I’m in fairly good company.
Christian parents have an unprecedented, and divinely-ordained, opportunity to disciple their children during this time of quarantine and social isolation. What better time to pass the faith on to the next generation?
We are given place in our human experience, before God and the world, to treat the broken world just as it is: broken. To mourn and to cry and to weep and to be sad over things that call for it. That require it, even. Tears should frequent the faces of the saints.
The scientific method itself requires an assumption that verifiable results can be reproduced. That the machine of the physical universe, as understood through a scientific lens, will always be consistent. That there is order. But when we look at our lives, it often seems like someone threw a monkey wrench into the middle of the machine, and the result is chaos.