Why? Why Not?

March 7, 2021

If you have ever felt like shaking your fist in God’s face or gone ahead and done it, you aren’t the first person and you won’t be the last. There is an entire book of the Bible built around a man who did just that. His name was Habakkuk, and he was a prophet. When he sees his people suffer and his nation on the verge of collapse, he can’t help but wrestle with this question, “If God is good and God is in control, why are these things happening?” If you are like Habakkuk and the ship of your faith is being overwhelmed by the tsunami of doubt, and your hand is slowly being raised to God in the shape of a fist, because you don’t understand why God is allowing you to lose your job, why God has allowed your mother or father or brother or sister or son or daughter to die, and why doesn’t God do something and do it now? The prophet tells us the answer to the “Why?” and the “Why not?” question.

Topics: Prayer

Bible Reference

The oracle that Habakkuk the prophet saw.
O LORD, how long shall I cry for help, and you will not hear? Or cry to you “Violence!” and you will not save?
I will take my stand at my watchpost and station myself on the tower, and look out to see what he will say to me, and what I will answer concerning my complaint.
But the LORD is in his holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before him.”
Are you not from everlasting, O LORD my God, my Holy One? We shall not die. O LORD, you have ordained them as a judgment, and you, O Rock, have established them for reproof.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth.
O LORD, I have heard the report of you, and your work, O LORD, do I fear. In the midst of the years revive it; in the midst of the years make it known; in wrath remember mercy.
Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer’s; he makes me tread on my high places. To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.