The thing I love about the book of Esther is that even though God’s name is never mentioned, His intervention and care for his people is impossible to ignore.
If you were one if the characters in the story, living it from the inside, you might have a hard time seeing Him. You might know He was there but wonder why He wasn’t actively stepping in and setting His people free. You might doubt His love. You might even give up on His promises. But then in the end, when the nation is saved through the inter-workings of seemingly disconnected events, you’d finally see. You’d smack your head and say “Oh. My. God. You were here. All along.”
Such is life. God isn’t one who must always dramatically step in and miraculously open that door at the last minute. His plan is ever working, whether its for the redemption of a nation or the healing and change that can only come through the course of tragedy we can’t understand.
This is ahard one. To believe. To live. To tell others in the thick of it. But to live like Mordecai, a man who still believed… Who never gave up hope, and did what was right no matter what… That is my desire.
Perhaps you… I… Perhaps WE were made for such a time as this.