Sunday – When Life Stops Making Sense

Have you ever found yourself arguing with God about something that just doesn’t make sense? I know have. After I lost my job, after my mum passed away, when people have left the church, I have spent countless moments in prayer wrestling with the unfairness of it all. Why now? Why her? Why this way? The questions churn endlessly, like a washing machine stuck on its spin cycle.

Sometimes our pain makes no sense at all.

So I tried to understand why the wicked prosper. But what a difficult task it is! Then I went into your sanctuary, O God, and I finally understood their destiny. Psalm 73:16-17

The psalmist knew this struggle intimately. He’d twisted himself in knots trying to understand life’s injustices. Nothing added up. The wicked prospered whilst the righteous suffered. It was exhausting, trying to make sense of senseless things.

But notice what changed his perspective: Then I went into your sanctuary.

When David lost his child (in 2 Samuel 12), he did something his advisers couldn’t understand. He got up, he washed himself, he changed his clothes, and he went to worship. In his darkest hour, he didn’t run from God. He ran to God.

I’ve learned something over the years. When we’re drowning in grief, when nothing makes sense, when we’re frustrated with the injustice of it all, worship becomes our lifeline. Not because it immediately answers all our questions. It often doesn’t. But because it reconnects us to the One who does hold all the answers, even when he isn’t ready to share them yet.

Worship shifts our perspective. It reminds us that we’re not alone in the quicksand. It whispers that our story isn’t over. It anchors us to something bigger than our pain.

Prayer: Lord, when life overwhelms us and nothing makes sense, draw us back to you. Help us find peace in your presence, even when we don’t find answers. Amen.

Reflection Question: What draws you back to worship when you’d rather run away?