Death is coming

It seems astonishing that the Boxing day Tsunami was nearly a year ago. One massive wall of water that consumed everything in its wave. Over Christmas, there will be a few telly programs looking at the aftermath, asking those same questions that people asked at the time.
Some people rail against the notion of Loving God.
Some people assume some culpability on the part of those killed or devastated.
Some, who hold to a belief in a loving God, can only assume that God didn't mean for this to happen.
Some blame the devil.

Until He returns, such questions will always be given airtime.

My personal feeling is sadness that it is not uppermost in the minds of people like it was. The healthy understanding of the precariousness of life is a precious thing. Without it, we amble along, filling our lives with gadgets and fluff. We got to sleep on arguments, we get slack with devoted time with God, we chicken out of telling people about the Lord.
The sovereign act of God that was the tsunami was, I believe, one of those times when we see that even though He is good, He isn't safe. We all die. Be it in an accident, a tsunami or a cosy bed, it is all an act of God. He numbers our days. Not one person who perished last St Stephens Day died before their time.
And The Lord may call upon you any minute now to give account of yourself. The times when you are most aware of your finite nature are times of great grace. Live with eternity at the forefront of your mind.

And on that note - do not forget the reality of the suffering that is still in evidence. Don't let your compassion just be for the short period the newsmedia wants to send cameras there. Your reaction to it may well be one of those things the Lord will ask you about...