I believe in God. I don’t believe a lot of people who say they believe in God. It’s more of a “I can’t believe they said that, did that” sort of thing than any sort of scrupulous discernment. I have a hunch these same folks would say the same thing about me.
Jesus said, “Love the Lord and love your neighbor as yourself.” He must’ve seen 2020 coming around the bend like a freight train hell bent on frightening us. He asked if we believed God sent Him. He didn’t ask if we believed God would send a political candidate.
I’ve been writing for Inspire A Fire for many years. I hope to bring the Light God shines for me into better focus, to stimulate contemplation, perhaps conversation. This morning I came to the page with a mountain of what’s the point. My faith, about the size of the period at the end of the sentence, nudged me to start writing in hopes something useful, to me if not you, would come out. Maybe, just maybe, the mountain of doubt would slide into the sea I hear crashing outside my window and the goodness of God and His saints in the land would once again be my delight.
Despair is a default line. He is a God of Hope out of necessity. I hope someone reading this is kind where I might not be, considerate where I would be gruff, insightful where I prove to be blind. It’s time for the reader to inspire the writer. Do your best. Let me know how it turns out.