Why did God create this
world knowing that it would result in such suffering and pain? Why allow
A Twisted Garden, The Rise of Babylon, Mark of the Beast and man’s
raging sinful nature that would propel humankind to the brink of self
destruction? Why allow millions of innocent suffering children and
godless nations who would have to be judged and destroyed resulting in
countless people that would be cast into hell for eternity? Why begin a
path that would inevitably lead to His only Son’s death on a lonely
Roman cross? And finally His Bride ravished by a mad Dragon whose only
desire is her utter destruction?
Shakespeare could not
have written a more brilliant play. God surpasses His role as Painter
and becomes Playwright, Director, Producer.
Before the creation of the world, the
Shakespeare of Heaven wrote a play. Paradoxically He allowed its players
total freedom of expression while remaining absolutely sovereign. There
would be intense drama and incredible climaxes. Order and chaos. Rhythm
and movement. Profound love and terrible tragedy. As the play would wind
down to its grand finale, there would be utter chaos. Torturous and
distorted sounds. Twisted shadows and hopeless cries of suffering. Yet
somehow in the depth of this madness comes a harmonious sound. A shaft
of brilliant light in which all shapes, colors and songs join in perfect
harmony.
