I hear what God proclaims;
for God proclaims peace.
Though I miss the abundance of family time we typically enjoy each summer, I have enjoyed the wonder of FaceTime calls. Though I’d prefer my loved ones’ physical presence, these virtual encounters will do for now. Yet, in spite of the tangible love evident in these contacts, I’m bothered as of late. (I realize that this is nothing new to those of you who read these posts every day!) Perhaps this restlessness is a sign that I’m getting older because a sense of urgency overwhelms me. Once again, I feel a deep need to fix everything, especially everything COVID-19 related these days!
I love our sons, their wonderful wives and our grandchildren. My affection for them prompts me to be gravely troubled by current events. When I convince myself that things cannot possibly get worse, the airwaves deliver another bit of bad news. After lamenting this new turn of events, reminders of poverty and violence and other worldwide social ills hit me right between the eyes. I think of my family -especially our grandchildren- and I wonder what this world will be like long after Grandpa and I are gone. How will this mess get fixed?
The family photo resting above my keyboard interrupts my brooding. The sparkle in the eyes of my offspring insists that I give them and their contemporaries a little credit. That sparkle touches smoldering embers of hope deep within which I’ve neglected these days. It occurs to me that numerous generations before me have wrung their hands in despair as well, only to be surprised by the goodness brought about by the young people among them. Finally, I find peace.
Loving God, thank you for the gift of each new generation. Within them lie hope and the potential for peace on this earth.
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