Daily Devotion 13
Apr 29, 2014 939
When his brothers saw that their father loved him more than any of them, they hated him and could not speak a kind word to him.
These scant details identify the genesis of an unfolding, trans-generational unhappiness. Love withheld, or love unequally distributed is the wellspring of human sorrow. I readily look for someone, some people, race, religion, organization or nation to blame for the world’s miseries and my own wretchedness. But sorrow’s wellspring is easier to identify. Loves absence and loves scarcity leaves everyone wounded and grieving. Israel reaped a bitter harvest from his partisan relations to his own flesh and blood. My hope is in God who loves me as he loved Israel—despite our failure to love.