"How long, Lord, am I to cry for help while you will not listen. Outrage and violence, this is all I see, all is contention, and discord flourishes.”
The Prophet Habakkuk did not hesitate to express the impatience of a faith brought almost to breaking point. His world, and with it everything that God had seemed to promise, was falling apart. Jerusalem, God’s Holy City, was in its death throes. Destruction and exile were waiting at the door. The city’s population, and especially her leaders, had lost all sense of God’s presence. Habakkuk was angry. Where was God, why didn’t he do something?
