The news is abysmal, at least in the way we normally define “the news” in 2016. “The news” is a fairly recent invention. Of course, people have had news since the beginning.
“Hey, Eve, guess what! I saw elephants drinking out of the Tigris River,” said Adam.
“Abraham, guess what! I’m going to have a baby!” exclaimed Sarah.
“Mama, Mama, guess what! The baby is safe! The Egyptian princess found him in the bulrushes this morning!” panted Miriam.
But, “the news” in the modern sense of mass-produced instant news about things happening in places far away is really pretty new. Even newspapers are only about five hundred years old. Sure they report news from faraway places now, but their faraway news was once far from instant. They, too, had to wait for technology to be able to do that.
The predecessors for modern newspapers were handwritten news sheets circulated for merchants in Venice, a major center for trade. Traders needed to know news about wars and such in distant places so they would know things like whether to send a ship there.
News that the relatively-new-in-the-history-of-the-world media presents is depressing, as we all know, because it accentuates what is negative and painful and gruesome. Good things are happening, too, things like what goes on in your house everyday. Of course, you cherish your privacy and don’t want those things on “the news,” but it is news nonetheless. Good news. And that news matters, too.
Thank you for making good news every day.
God makes good news every day, too. He makes sunsets. He makes one seed produce a hundred-fold. He moves the hearts of leaders. He converts sinners. He knows how to handle what’s in “the news.” He knows what He’s doing in the world and He knows what Satan is doing and He has already told us who the winners are.
By awesome deeds You answer us in righteousness, O God of our salvation,
You who are the trust of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest sea;
Who establishes the mountains by His strength,
Being girded with might;
Who stills the roaring of the seas,
The roaring of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs;
You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.
I trust the One who stills “the tumult of the peoples.”