Image credit: A Lamp For My Feet website at https://www.alampformyfeet.com/
With any luck, you’ve been too busy to notice that I haven’t been blogging with the same regularity as before. I’ve been telling myself that I’ve been too busy to write new posts. Truthfully, though, it’s difficult to know what to say these days. Like Jeb Bush during the primaries, who looked like he was waiting for America to wake up and get back to a real election, I feel like I’ve been waiting for all sorts of craziness to end and for life to get back to normal.
Normal life—you know, like back in the day when shootings took place during wars or happened between gang members in dark alleys that nice people didn’t frequent. Shootings didn’t usually target kindergarten students or high school students or college students, or singers, or other vulnerable members of our society.
Normal—like in the days when people expected that their next president would be someone who had earned most people’s respect.
I wish that children I know didn’t have to deal with anxiety every time sirens scream or helicopters hover, except that they do, because they were too close to a tragic situation that is the new almost-normal. I wish that they didn’t feel like they needed to spend some of their time on summer vacation listening to a young singer’s YouTube videos out of respect for her life cut tragically short. Tragedies aren’t just seen on TV in far-away places like Orlando, Brussels, Paris: they have taken place among their own high school classmates, their own college campus.
Bullies everywhere appear to be winning.
Where can we turn when the world feels this topsy-turvy?
I’ve had several reminders recently of just exactly where we can turn. One reminder was through Christina Grimmie, the young singer who was recently killed on stage at a concert. My daughter played for me the YouTube video of Christina singing “In Christ Alone.” She boldly and beautifully sings the lyrics that spoke of the possibility of being “called home.” Please listen to it, if you haven’t heard it! It’s at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kV3FpaUaSew.
I was also reminded this week of the power of a deceptively simply children’s Bible: The Beginner’s Bible, by Karen Henley. My 6-year-old read it by herself as her homework every day in first grade. When she turned over the last page, she looked at me and announced, “I’m not afraid of dying anymore! I’m going to be with Jesus in heaven forever!”
It feels incredibly wrong that our children are so aware of the reality of death and people who wish to harm others, but it feels worse to think that so many are unaware of the reality of hope that is theirs in Jesus Christ. Like my daughter discovered for herself, God’s Word is alive! It assures us that God is in charge, no matter how topsy-turvy the world may be.
For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; he will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.
By the way, if you’d like some help in bringing God’s Word to mind, I just learned about the cool wooden coins pictured at the top of the post. Check them out! https://www.alampformyfeet.com/