I don’t know when it all started for us but at a very early age, God got a hold of my heart and I have found myself so wrapped up in him, I cannot let go. When I went to college, I was told that everything I believed in would be challenged and that I would find myself confused and eventually my passion for God would fade away to give way to a more politically correct view of life and religion. I was told most people who start out as passionate and innocent as me, usually walk away from their faith during their college years. I found this to be true…for many people, but not for me. I’m in it for eternity.
I share that to say, it hasn’t always been rosy for us but thankfully, He’s never let me go. Lately I’ve found myself troubled though. I’m not struggling with my beliefs or my relationships. I’m struggling to make sense of what I see around me. The world has become a very dangerous place. And so, our conversation was simple; I complained and He listened, as usual. Then I felt guilty for complaining, while He reminded me of our early days together. Before long, I was in tears, as it always happens. He didn’t have to say it, but I heard it anyways; “Why are you so anxious about all that is going on? I’ve held you close then and I still hold you close now.”
Once again, He reminded me that though the world around me is in chaos, ultimately, He is still in control. It is no understatement that our world is broken and in need of hope. Sometimes I fret when I see what we are doing to each other and other times I am elated and proud to be a part of the human race. I’m not perfect but I know this one thing; when we stop being hungry for eternal things and begin to focus on the perishable, we are sure to grow cynical and eventually forget whose we are.
And so, in line with all that is going on in our nation, I have to ask; should we spend our energy fighting each other? Should we entertain silly arguments for the sake of elevating someone’s political agenda? Should we be more concern with perceptions rather than the truth? What would happen if we cared more a bout pleasing God rather than pleasing men? What would happen if we served the world regardless of race, color, gender or belief? What would happen if we actually lived the gospel rather than just preach it? Perhaps more of us should spend time conversing with an angry God rather than conversing with an angry mob.
That’s what’s on my mind today.