My Hope For These times
I took time the earlier today to play 2 of my favorite music boxes, to look at mementos gathered while on past vacations. Those mementos include my antique inkwell and pen collection. One of the joys of owning them is to realize that in another time, someone dipped his or her ancient pen into ink to record thoughts, feelings, and responses to their assigned days just as I am doing today in mine.
In a few days, I will be sixty-eight years old (or young if you view things from an eternal perspective as I do!) I am mindful of all the beauty and great blessings God has permitted me to enjoy My heart is in a celebratory mood despite the decisions that my country has just made through the Supreme Court that will affect every area of society. "Freedom " is the banner waved, the slogan spoken over tv, the internet and radio. I fear there will be greater bondage to the human soul than America has ever known in our collective history.
How paradoxical this age is to live in: a day of clearly the greatest of human achievements ever made and a day of the confusing results of man's self-guided ways. We are experiencing the marvels of man and the madness of man.
It is a moment of starkest contrasts of belief. Absolutes based on time-tested Judeo-Christian laws have been publicly abandoned in favor of what every man deems correct in his own eyes. In this atmosphere, there is no limit to moral decline. We vilify the guardians of order in our society while lauding the lawless. We are presently stirring up a hornet's nest in a place of well documented 50 year progress of race relations.
Of the several incidents of terrible tragedy we have experienced this spring and early summer, two come to mind that had decidedly different outcomes. Baltimore's reactions led to a travesty of destruction-Charleston's monumental display of spiritual unity and forgiveness left a bridge of justice and forward-moving discussions to yet unsolved problems. How strange to me that not everyone understands what they view when the comparison should be so obvious.
On one hand, Godly wisdom offers solutions with a map clearly marked to begin at the heart level. On the other, assorted, often open-ended thoughts launch out in rafts headed in a thousand directions that seem to do little more than add waves to our problems. Futility for sure.
It is strange to be both disturbed in my soul over the mindless acceptance of evil for good and yet to be at peace in my spirit. That is because I know the One who is ultimately in control no matter how things may appear now. Although humanity's wisdom is bankrupt, God's will never be.
Now, I look forward to actually seeing the great signs of God's promises manifest in these most unstable days of great uncertainty. Even the smallest flicker of His light will be seen across acres and miles of darkness.
Among the beauty, the mementos I started considering earlier today, nothing is as beautiful , nor more memorable than this hope I
In a few days, I will be sixty-eight years old (or young if you view things from an eternal perspective as I do!) I am mindful of all the beauty and great blessings God has permitted me to enjoy My heart is in a celebratory mood despite the decisions that my country has just made through the Supreme Court that will affect every area of society. "Freedom " is the banner waved, the slogan spoken over tv, the internet and radio. I fear there will be greater bondage to the human soul than America has ever known in our collective history.
How paradoxical this age is to live in: a day of clearly the greatest of human achievements ever made and a day of the confusing results of man's self-guided ways. We are experiencing the marvels of man and the madness of man.
It is a moment of starkest contrasts of belief. Absolutes based on time-tested Judeo-Christian laws have been publicly abandoned in favor of what every man deems correct in his own eyes. In this atmosphere, there is no limit to moral decline. We vilify the guardians of order in our society while lauding the lawless. We are presently stirring up a hornet's nest in a place of well documented 50 year progress of race relations.
Of the several incidents of terrible tragedy we have experienced this spring and early summer, two come to mind that had decidedly different outcomes. Baltimore's reactions led to a travesty of destruction-Charleston's monumental display of spiritual unity and forgiveness left a bridge of justice and forward-moving discussions to yet unsolved problems. How strange to me that not everyone understands what they view when the comparison should be so obvious.
On one hand, Godly wisdom offers solutions with a map clearly marked to begin at the heart level. On the other, assorted, often open-ended thoughts launch out in rafts headed in a thousand directions that seem to do little more than add waves to our problems. Futility for sure.
It is strange to be both disturbed in my soul over the mindless acceptance of evil for good and yet to be at peace in my spirit. That is because I know the One who is ultimately in control no matter how things may appear now. Although humanity's wisdom is bankrupt, God's will never be.
Now, I look forward to actually seeing the great signs of God's promises manifest in these most unstable days of great uncertainty. Even the smallest flicker of His light will be seen across acres and miles of darkness.
Among the beauty, the mementos I started considering earlier today, nothing is as beautiful , nor more memorable than this hope I
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