ANOTHER WHATEVER DAY
This could be another whatever day.
Another day of walking uphill without a scenic view, another day
remembering how little has been accomplished. No matter my resume,
another day I can hardly avoid seeing how much needs to be done and
all the annoyances that will cheer me along the way. So this could be a good
day to slow down, and it for sure is a good day to take up earnest deliberate
prayer, or it could be a good day to dig through old boxes of letters and find an
encouraging word that still holds. But for this day, this day of somber news,
this day of dark skies, this day filled with fear, I will choose, at least briefly,
to laugh. I will laugh at my high ambitions and remember how nothing
seems impossible to a child; I will laugh at God, for inviting the likes
of you and me into Kingdom work; I will laugh at grace,
laugh out loud at the notion of forgiveness.
Because really, we have no idea what we have done.
Not one thing created good remained that way long,
not in our hands. And finally I will laugh at old Elijah, hiding in the cave
thinking that this evil world was beyond redemption.
It was, of course, and still is. Except that nothing is impossible for God.
George R. Pasley
April 28, 2021