Something isn't right here!

Been awhile since I blogged so let me catch you up on a couple events. 

Kids got colds, we got colds, rinse with lysol, repeat...

Dryer exploded in a burning inferno... or something like that...

Dryer vent was wrong size... frustration, the kicking of things, and a hole in my house you could fit a small dog through followed ...

Aiden decided that sleep is for girls... well all girls except his mom...

Yes, I know its thanksgiving weekend and I just taught a small group lesson about not grumbling and complaining, so let me get to my point.  As we walk through life we all have these odd moments where we seem to throw up our hands and say "something isn't right here!"  Whether it be in small moments when runny noses keep your family chained to your house for weeks on end behind a fortress of tissues or in bigger moments.  Whether we say it or not there is this feeling that these things ought not be this way.  Of course, the question becomes even bigger when we move on to deeper questions of why people suffer. Why the good aren't met with riches and the wicked with destruction.   

  Every system of thought from Christianity to darwinism deals with this question of suffering and tries to find the answer.  One of the earliest books of literature had a man named Job dealing with this question.  Why aren't things the way they should be? 

Now, much has been written and much has been said about suffering and I won't attempt tonight to deal with that huge question, but I will ask another question- why do we even ask the question?  Why do we feel out of place here?  Why do cry out in our deepest tragedies and smallest aches that something isn't right here?

Afterall, this is all I've ever known.  I've had approximately 27,000 colds and viruses in my life (I'm rounding here).  My dryer has never exploded but believe me, I've had plenty of things break!  I was born into a world full of aches and pains.  Why is it that I would expect anything else? 

N.T. Wright wrote in Simply Christian that all of us here the echo of a voice that calls to us and reminds us of another place.  Some call it heaven, some call it paradise, some call it home.  We here it clearly in our moments of pain and frustration  We all long for some place where wrongs are made right, where justice flows like a river, where all our groanings are swallowed up in perfection.  We long for a world that is so unlike our own as to be almost laughable if it wasn't so wonderful. 

Could it be we just made up an antithesis to our own world- but why would we? How could we? Or could it be, that one day all our longing will be fulfilled? 
 
"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." - C.S. Lewis.