God said, “Let there be light.”
And there was light.
Quickly followed by darkness.
Even today, when the sun hangs from the highest point in the sky, we wander and grope in darkness. Darkness brought on by our choices. By the choices of others. By the choices of generations before us and yet to come.
It’s easy to get lost in the blackness if we forget we don’t have to stay there.
We cannot escape the ebony blanket around us, but we can allow Jesus Christ to lift the covers off our souls, breathe in the cool scent of day and the weightless breath of Him.
Sometimes–too often–I forget that I belong to Him. That yes, I must face brokenness, but that Jesus overwhelms my brokenness. Jesus took on my brokenness. Jesus crashes through my brokenness and walks with me through it.
Remembering these truths is the challenge. Lifting my head and shifting my gaze away from the train wreck around me is the chore.
But when I do, the burden lifts.
The light cuts in.
And I am once again free in Him.
“A Christian is a person who decides to face and live through suffering. If we do not make that decision, we are endangered on every side. A man or woman of faith who fails to acknowledge and deal with suffering becomes, at last, either a cynic or a melancholic or a suicide. Psalm 130 grapples mightily with suffering, sings its way through it, and provides usable experience for those who are committed to traveling the way of faith to God through Jesus Christ.” ~Eugene H. Peterson, A Long Obedience in the Same Direction: Discipleship in an Instant Society