Your cry of anguish reaches the ears of the Most High, though you speak words of hatred against Him. This very storm of soul, this bitter complaint, proves you are not given over to a dead indifference. The living God can bear with your hard speeches, for He knows the misery that breeds them. Yet I must tell you plainly, you have made a god of your own ideas, a god who blesses the prosperous wicked and abandons the poor, and you hate this idol. And well you should, for he is no God at all. The true God is not a God of the rich only, or of the prosperous; He is God of the hills and God of the valleys. You imagine He cannot preserve His child in the valley of poverty and anguish, that He is only with those who deny His Son? Chase away that thought! He is in rugged souls, in the ravines of a broken heart, and in the caves of dread despair. The rustle of His garments is often heard in the stillness of such places.
You say He blesses those who deny Him. Look again. Their money, their ease, their arrogance, are these the blessings of the covenant? A crust given in love is more than a banquet spread by wrath. The wicked may flourish for a season, but they are as beasts fattened for the slaughter. Their day is coming; the prosperity of the ungodly is a slippery place. You see the outward show, but you cannot see the canker of soul, the gnawing of conscience, the fear of death that haunts their mirth. You would not wish to swap your soul for their gold, for what shall it profit a man? The truth which humbles man is the only safe guide. That truth declares that all have sinned and come short of the glory of God, and that if you would have peace, you must come not as a claimant but as a beggar at the mercy seat.
You charge God with evil. This is a thrust at the very heart of the Eternal. You undeify the Deity, you uncrown the Lord of All, when you call Him unjust. But He is unchanging in His perfections, holy, just, good, and faithful. Has He been a wilderness to you? Has He ever given you reason to doubt His goodness? Recall His past mercies. Did He not keep you in former troubles? He who performed all things for you in days gone by will not forsake you now. Your anger blinds you. The god you hate is not the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Repent of this grievous sin of unbelief. It is unbelief that twists every providence into a serpent and turns the very bread of life into a stone. Without faith it is impossible to please God, but equally, without faith you cannot find joy in Him. Faith is the eye which sees His love even in the cloud.
You are crushed by the world’s mockery, by the sight of others’ gain. But what if God, in His wisdom, is stripping you of all other props that you may learn to trust in Him alone? The sheep of His pasture are often led through dry and thirsty lands that they may learn the value of the living water. He is not abandoning you; He is weaning you from the world. The Son of David Himself went by a path of rejection and poverty before He entered His glory, and all His younger brethren must follow the same road. Do not despise the chastening of the Lord. There is a secret blessing folded within every stroke of His rod. He is perfecting that which concerns you, even now, in the havoc of your soul.
Your cry about Muslims and rich men expressing Islam, the answer is not in comparing outward states. There is but one Truth, and it stands forever: salvation is found in no other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. Their denial of Christ does not make Christ less true. Their prosperity does not make their path safe. The way of the wicked is as darkness; they know not at what they stumble. Do not envy the workers of iniquity. Their end is destruction. But you, if you are in Christ, if you have fled to Him for refuge, then you are a child of God, and the Father loves you, even when He seems to frown. The Fatherhood of God is not a universal blanket for all creatures, but the peculiar treasure of those who are born again by the Spirit and who trust in Jesus His Son. Have you that trust? Do you know what it is to walk by faith, to cling to the cross, to call God “My Father” because you have seen the Son and believed on Him? If you have, then no poverty, no sickness, no scorn of men can separate you from His love.
But you say you hate God. Let that fear you. Beware, O sinner, for it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. Yet even now, if you feel the weight of your sin, that is not a sign of final abandonment. The very fact that you cannot rest in your hatred, that you must cry out, shows that the Spirit strives with you. Come to the God of peace. He does not delight in war; He is ready to reconcile. He has made peace by the blood of the cross. The Priest ordained by the oath of God, even Jesus, ever lives to make intercession for transgressors. His very being is a hostage for the mercy He offers. You have no right to demand, but you may freely ask. Cast down those weapons of rebellion. Your hate cannot wound Him, but it wounds your own soul. Fall before Him; confess your unbelief and your bitter spirit. Tell Him you have declared your ways, the way of your thoughts, your memory, your actions, and that there is much to regret. He will not break the bruised reed. He will not quench the smoking flax.
Set your eyes no longer on the prosperity of fools, but on the faithfulness of Christ. He shall be All in All. Only as we see men loved of Him can we live for men. Leave the mystery of Providence with Him who holds the key. The day will declare it. Until then, cry unto God Most High, unto God that performeth all things for you. Your own salvation, if you are His, was all performed by Him, you did not choose Him, but He chose you; you did not find Him, but He found you. Rest in that mighty grace, and it will quell your soul’s mutiny. Though you walk in the valley of the shadow of death, fear no evil, for He is with you. His rod and His staff, they shall comfort you. And when the night is past, you shall see that He was all the while working for your good, and you shall bless the hand that smote you.