We could not become like God, so God became like us. God showed us how to heal instead of kill, how to mend instead of how to destroy, how to love instead of hate, how to live instead of long for more. When we nailed God to a tree, God forgave. And when we buried God...
Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.
Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.