H,
“There
will be a time.”
There is nothing really fair
about this world unless you separate yourself from the common thread of living.
It is easy to do this. If we focus on the one thing or ten things we are good
at, and the winds of fate draw our ship that way, we will arrive at ports of
promise and prosperity. And then in every country on the earth we can build our
own version of the high fence and the great life. It will take a bit of
selfishness and the great balancing act of talent, passion, smarts and
education but we will be able to forge a vision of glory out of the mesh of
ugliness below. In the world we live in, talent will become commodity and we
will be rich. We will have that answer for all things in our own palm that we will soon enough discover is merely a
response to things but cannot conjure up even the tiniest bit of eternity or
real joy. The world is not fair but we would have lived a little above the
troubles. And wine is good for the emerging sorrow.
A person of faith does not
have that luxury. We may think we do. We are wrong. We cannot be disconnected
from the common thread. We are the common thread. Our hearts are too big for
only self-fulfilment. We long and ache for an impending Kingdom. We seek a city
whose builder and founder is God. This world could never be enough.
There are undertones all
over the world that we find uncomfortable. There are things we would rather not
look at. The days are too full and the work is too hard just to stay afloat. We
have emergencies and personal tragedies and that feeling of dread as time
passes through us without our own imprint on it. How can we try and solve the
evil of the world when we still battle our own demons and dark spots and
deliriums?
I don’t want to be all doom and gloom. I am trying to work
this out as much as you are. The only thing I can think of in coping with the
now is this: there will be a time.
Doubt is part of the walk of
faith. You will see and feel things that make the idea of a neat resolution to
all the darkness of present earth seem like a fantasy. It will seem to you that
the thing to do is just keep your head down, wish the tragedy passes your
street and hope that you get the minimum amount of dust on you through your
travels in the wilderness of modern life. Yet, we are part of the common
thread. We do not speak of a solution for the body but a final fullness of the
soul. We are like those bitter sweet tunes in the blues, the tragedy is real
but so is the underlying joy in the resolution. The blues finds its consolation
in expressing itself. We find ours in time where God will fully express Himself
on the earth. After all, are we not
waiting for a trumpet to sound?
There will be a time.
Above the murk of the
temporal we find our hope in the eternal. It will not always be this way. As Dele
Giwa so eloquently put it: “the victory of evil over good can only be temporary”.
Amen, brother.
There will be a time.
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