More and more, we are swept away by confusion, pride, self-righteousness, anger.
Our emotions have us chained as their slaves, yet we think we’re the master.
We seek to fill voids and holes and unhappiness with whatever promises to fill it the fastest… only to be left more dissatisfied than when we started. We plunge deeper, dig further, compromise more… until we don’t recognize our own faces in the mirror.
The suicide rate increases. Depression and anxiety medications help us get through the day. The hour. Sometimes the minute.
Really? Is this all there is?
Then I have them over for dinner. Or we go out for coffee. Or I eavesdrop on their conversations from the bench. Or read about them.
The Korean couple who serve as doctor and nurse in Jordan.
The missionary kid who became a mother and her heart expanded beyond her home and into a South African community- again. Or maybe it never left.
The ceremonies that bring in families from over 52 countries where they serve as orphanage directors, well-diggers, church planters, hospital help, language teachers, school maintenance staff, counselors… friend to the lost and lonely and hurting.
There is still light in the world.
And it shines bright. It refuses to be put out.
Because there are some, imperfect and insecure and fragile as we are, who know our weakness leads to something bigger and more beautiful than we can imagine.
Who know that the impossible is possible with One.
Who, having tasted WHOLEness, want to extend wholeness, in all its joy and freedom and rest.
Whether it’s through a meal to a hungry child. Or to a small group of hormone-crazed teens about to take over the world. Or through clean drinking water. Or a community center. Or a smile to your German neighbor.
We who know that no amount of physical transformation, sexual “freedom,” the “right” spouse or the clean house or the perfect kids or success or… none of it will make us whole.
That void in our souls and in our world is meant to remind us that we are all foreigners here.
To draw us into our homesickness.
We are meant to feel uneasy in our skin. But we have become a people so reviled by discontentment that we’ve forgotten its purpose. Forgotten the treasure waiting for us. We keep settling for false quick-fixes that leave us less.
When He’s handing us every bit of what our soul needs.
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)
This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.