It is a pattern woven into the story of
faith: order, disorder, reorder; birth, death, rebirth; orientation,
disorientation, reorientation. It happens over and over and over
again. It makes me wonder, when seasons of chaos or disorder come, how in
the world we can possibly be surprised. But we are. The life of
faith is seasonal, but there is a reliable pattern to it all. After all, he
has made everything beautiful in its own time. (Ecclesiastes 2:11)
And that truth, and this pattern, should help us to be able to navigate the
seasons of chaos whenever they come.
At the core of all chaos lies the
question, "Can God really be trusted?" What do I really believe
about him? Is he always at work (the way Jesus claims in John 5:17) and
is his heart for me good? If so, then even in the midst of the anxiety
and uncertainty of disorder and chaos, I can rely on the fact that he us
ultimately going to bring about something new and beautiful, both within and
around me, that could come about in no other way. So even when I find
myself at the bottom of the slimy pit (which is often), wallowing in the mud
and mire, I can rest assured that ultimately he will come. He will come,
he will lift me up, he will set my feet on a rock, and he will put a new and
beautiful song in my mouth. Therefore, I can actually wait patiently
on him. That is the hope that life with God offers. That is the
hope of this pattern of life and faith: disorder is always followed by reorder,
death by rebirth, disorientation by reorientation. Something new and
beautiful is being born that I cannot yet see. Thanks be to God.
No comments:
Post a Comment