If you are a Baby Boomer you will understand this post. If you are a spouse of a Baby Boomer, or a child of this distorted species, you will have more insight than most.

Our parents made food, clothing, and shelter from thin air. 

Parents of Baby Boomers were magicians of survival.

We Baby Boomers came into the world during World War II or in the few adjacent years after signing the Peace Treaty. Our parents had survived the Great Depression, the Dust Bowl, and a World War—all without money.

Settling into family life in the 1950s, they started to look for solutions to bettering their living standards, to solving disease and to innovation.

It was as if they could fix anything.

Even though it was an illusion, the “fix-it” gene found its way into my DNA.

When anything broke during my adolescence, the response to my dilemma was always the same—”fix it.”

The “fix it” gene serves me well—until I encounter God.

In God’s reality, trust is the currency.

Working on a cancer cure or inventing a polio vaccine is easy when compared to living with cancer or the effects of polio.

Perhaps my greatest frustration in life is my inability to “fix it.”

People I love die with diseases I cannot fix. I witness the destruction of unstoppable natural disasters. Throughout my adult years, I worked toward church plants across the Americas. I have no control on outcomes. I cannot fix a church planting team determined to self-destruct.

Starting a church is easy when compared to establishing one.

I cannot fix a divided congregation or a divided church.  I cannot fix a hungry world. I can’t stop wars. I can’t fix government or the educational system. I can’t even fix myself.

Is God blind? Doesn’t He have a heart? Why doesn’t he step in? I pray,

“Dear God, can’t you see the world needs fixing? Don’t you realize your church fights and divides endlessly? Can’t you feel the pain of the sick and the hunger of poor? Blood is spilling on the ground all over the world; do you hurt with each death? Dear God, your world is imploding under the weight of the unfixable. Why don’t you fix it?”

Pardon my audaciousness, but here is how I believe God might respond,

Wait just a minute. Who do you think you are? Sure, I entrusted a “fix it” gene to you. In my overall plan, the items you fixed were important but minuscule in size.  You haven’t the slightest idea what I see from my throne. My 10-gazillion square foot flat screen shows earth’s history from eternity to eternity.

I see all of the pain, hurt, and destruction caused by Satan, and it hurts me with an intensity you will never know. I even saw Satan kill my son on a cross and felt every blow. The world went dark like it hadn’t experienced since creation. I allowed it to happen because I love you and want you to live eternally with me. I know you can’t understand now—but in time you will.

I love my creation more than you can possibly fathom. Therefore, my purpose is to give the maximum opportunity for every person to return to me.  Satan has a bunch of bad stuff planned while I wait—but I have to provide time to include all who will repent and turn to me.

Through it all I will protect the ones who believe in me through my Son. When time ends I will neutralize Satan for eternity and my heavenly city will host everyone from every age who gave me his or her heart.

Your loving Father,

God

P.S. By the way, I can fix it. Trust me. I am the God who said, “Be still and know that I am God.”

Stay tuned.

Gary J. Sorrells – Reflecting on God’s Cross Church