A Season Passed
We live through our days, most of us drifting along without thought. We do things on our lists. We travel to and from work, or log our time in at the computer in the home office. We do the laundry. Cook dinner. Fix broken things around the house. All the time the storm clouds gather on our horizon.
And another season passes.
But for a time, the string of seasons that make up our lives has been disrupted. And we wonder if life will ever be the same or if maybe the next season will usher in a new way of life.
A Season For Everything
This year of 2020 has been a very tough season. Our generations have suffered through a pandemic, natural disasters, political disasters and persecution of people groups worldwide. It brings to mind the old man with the long white beard, wandering up and down the street, wearing the sandwich sign that declares, “THE END IS COMING.”
I don’t know if the end is imminent, but it certainly has been a time of grief. We wept, we mourned. It was a time of figuratively watching our stones of life and faith scatter as they fell out of the pouches bouncing around our grasping fingers.
A Look at Past Seasons
We aren’t the only generation to experience upheaval. How will we stack up against those who came before us?
What must it have been like to endure six years of war at the birth of this country? No shoes or winter coats to keep them warm when battles were fought in ice and snow. Or the Civil War when families fought each other for four years in uncertainty whether or not there would be a nation at the end. Or World War One when war expanded throughout the world for four years, ending in a deadly worldwide flu pandemic. Or World War Two, when one would think we’d learned better, the atrocities of man’s hated of his fellow man were exposed.
Lives were disrupted in all those seasons. They were painful seasons. Loss was paramount. They were not short seasons. But people adjusted. Learned new ways to live. Found their faith once again and reordered priorities.
What if we look forward?
In whatever season lies ahead, we can find a time to plant, a time to laugh, a time to gather our scattered stones of faith and refill our bag.
What if we find a time for peace through faith in the One who holds all seasons in His hands? Allow Him to embrace us with His love and the certainty of His care.
Jesus has not left us to fend for ourselves. In every storm he proclaims, “Peace! Be still!” And He holds us close.
We can look ahead to building into each other the words of strength. We can face the future with confidence because we can be assured that Jesus will see us through every season. Even the ones with storm clouds.