I was thinking earlier today about the whole issue of theodicy, or the justice of God (which also deals with the problem of evil) when I received a phone call. I was preparing a lecture on the subject over the past week for my class, so I was sorta forced to look at the issue. It was quite disheartening really. The more I look around at stuff, the less I have answers that make sense of it. The way lives around me have turned out were unanticapated to say the least.

About the time I was going to sit down and type this out I received a phone call as I mentioned above. It was my Mom telling me my brother had received early leave from the Army and was home. He had spent the last year in Iraq, and we knew he had returned to the states. We did not expect him for another week, so this came as quite a surprise. So I met up with him at Waffle House, his usual haunt, and proceeded to spend the day with him and my family.

Considering that my reflections on question of theodicy and the problems of this world revovled around so much of the past year, including the absence of my brother in that year was not an insignificant part of that year, I found it ironic that my reflection and his return coincided as they did. The justice of God is incomprehensible, and so much of life is without explaination. But even in inequity there is grace, a grace that ultimately is sufficient.