When the Enemy Sows Weeds, God Still Holds the Field

I watched the news the other day, and honestly… it broke me.

Story after story of chaos: mobs looting stores in broad daylight,

random shootings,

people being run over in crowds,

families torn apart, children taken from their parents.

Even people on their way to work being snatched off the street.

I couldn’t help but ask God,

“Why? Why are You letting this happen? Where are You in all of this?”

I know He loves us.

I know He gave His only Son, Jesus, to die for all of us—even for the worst of sinners.

And I know that His Word says He has plans to prosper us, not to harm us (Jeremiah 29:11). But sometimes, when I see what’s happening in the world…

I just wonder why it’s so dark. Why it feels like evil is winning.

But God gently reminded me of something: the Parable of the Weeds.

In Matthew 13, Jesus tells a story about a farmer who planted good wheat.

But while everyone was sleeping, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat. When the servants asked the farmer if they should pull the weeds, he said no—

because pulling them too early could accidentally uproot the wheat.

He said to let them both grow together until the harvest.

Then, at the right time, there would be a clear separation.

That’s what God is doing.

He sees it all.

And in His perfect wisdom, He’s allowing both the good and the evil to grow for now—

not because He’s ignoring the pain,

but because He’s protecting what’s good until it’s time.

The harvest is coming.

And here’s what the news doesn’t often show: God is moving. Quietly. Powerfully.

I’ve seen it in church gatherings where people are worshipping with more hunger than ever. I’ve seen it in the next generation—young people praising God on their campuses,

posting worship on social media,

boldly standing for Jesus in places where it used to be unheard of.

Revival isn’t just coming. It’s already begun.

So yes, it’s hard to watch what’s happening around us.

It’s painful, and sometimes it feels hopeless.

But here’s the truth I’m holding onto:

God is not confused. He’s not late. And He’s definitely not powerless.

He’s patient. He’s merciful. And He’s still in control.

And I rest in that truth.