It's easy to find yourself doubting that God's at work.
So much bad stuff happens in our world. So much bad stuff happens to us. And, what's more, so much of life is so blah, so unexciting.
At church this Sunday, the pastor claimed that God's work is already great work, that God doesn't do mediocre work and doesn't call us to live mediocre lives. I know what you're thinking, very "Rah! Rah!" but not realistic. If you've ever stuffed prayer letter envelopes, you know that God's work isn't always exciting.
For most of us, the boredom outweighs the badness.
In Obadiah, God's people were overwhelmed with the badness. Strangers carried off their wealth. Misfortune. Trouble. Destruction. Disaster. Disaster. Disaster. The descriptive language in Obadiah is devastating. If ever dark clouds gathered on the horizon, it was then.
Where was God in the midst of their disaster, disaster, disaster? Where is God in the midst of my boredom?
Even when it doesn't look like it, the continual claim of the Bible is that God is at work, setting the world to right. In Obadiah, God is at work, righting past wrongs. God ensures that the deeds of the Edomites would return upon their heads.
There are a lot of things I'd like to see God do in and around my life. Paying back those who've done me wrong isn't high on the list. What do we do with this?
We could ignore it, move on to something more "relevant." We could write it off as a vengeful artifact and mock it. We could wrestle with it.
In fact, what does it say about us that this passage doesn't resonate with us?