Author: Loyd Jenkins
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.
From one disaster to another, our nation has been hit with floods, tornadoes, and many severe storms. There have been over 40 major disaster declarations to FEMA in this year alone (2016). Millions of people in U.S. have been affected, and the most recent are those impacted by the Louisiana flood and Hurricane Matthew that followed.
It’s hard for some of us to relate to losing our homes. And harder yet to relate with losing it so completely that you have to live elsewhere—even temporary, community housing. How remarkable the irony, when the place we seek shelter, refuge, warmth and safety every day is destroyed with such force that we’d have to escape or be caught in life-threatening situations. And that has happened so much in the last year (since last fall).
Yet, in the darkest hour God often shines the light of His hope…. and most times it is through His people that He uses as vessels of His mercy and compassion. The Spirit moves and we see opportunities to provide for one another. Some respond by going, others respond by providing means and resources, and still others respond by praying. Each of those very important responses are parts of The Whole. What a beautiful thing: that in times of trouble, when the worst of disasters strike, that God moves people to stretch out their hands to help those in need.
Now autumn is upon us and it seems to be the season of bittersweet changes. For those of us who live in the north, days grow ever shorter and lose the warmth they once held with such fervor only weeks ago. The summery green in the leaves on the trees evaporate into palates of orange, yellows, reds and browns before they flutter to the ground, revealing the knotty and vicious branches that assault the blue sky. The grass in our lawns gently halt into hibernation, lacking the need for further grooming for a time. By all appearances, autumn slowly transforms from life into death, warmth into cold and light into dark. It is a season of endings…. and a season of choices.
Those choices are How do I want to finish the year? and How am I to begin the next year? Imagine these choices for those who suffered so much loss from the recent disasters. And maybe after you’re done reading this entry, you might be compelled to pray for those in need in whatever words God might lead you to pray.