Humanity’s Longest Losing Streak
If you step back far enough, the ache begins to make sense.
Human history isn’t the story of people who didn’t try hard enough. It’s the story of people who tried nearly everything they could think of and still came up short. Over and over again.
At the beginning, things were good in a way that wasn’t fragile or naive. Humanity was created for relationship, for trust, for connection with God and with one another. That trust was the soil everything was meant to grow from. But when it was broken, the fracture ran deeper than we realized at the time.
From there, the pattern repeated itself.
We tried power, believing strength and control could restore order. Power corrupted as often as it protected. We tried rules and systems, hoping structure could keep us from falling apart. They shaped behavior for a while, but they never healed what was underneath. We tried strong leaders, kings, heroes, people who promised they could carry the weight for us. They failed.
We tried religion, even when it hurts to admit it. What was meant to be relationship often became performance and comparison. We tried progress, convinced that if we could just get smarter, faster, and more advanced, we would finally outrun the ache. Technology advanced. The human soul didn’t.
Generation after generation, the same brokenness showed up wearing new clothes. It wasn’t a lack of effort. It was a misunderstanding of where the real problem lived.
I think about gardening when I think about this. You can have good seed and sincere intention, but if the soil is wrong, growth never lasts. Weeds choke life. Roots stay shallow. From a distance things may look promising for a season, but eventually the weakness underneath shows itself.
That’s been our story.
We’ve tried to fix surface issues without healing the deeper break. We’ve focused on behavior, achievement, and control while ignoring the soil of the heart where everything actually grows. The Old Testament, when read honestly, doesn’t feel like a list of religious demands. It reads like a long, unfiltered record of humanity’s losing streak and God’s refusal to walk away.
Promise after promise. Rescue after rescue. Patience stretched far beyond what seems reasonable. And still the ache remains.
Not because God was absent.
But because the break was deeper than effort could ever reach.
At some point, the truth became unavoidable. If this was ever going to be healed, God Himself would have to step into the fracture.
If you missed the first part of this series you can read it here:
https://battlefieldfca.org/the-ache-we-try-to-decorate-at-christmas
I will wrap this up in a few days. Stay tuned
Help Us Spread the Word and Share!
