Dear God, I was listening to the weekly short thought of the week or whatever they call it from Russell Moore at Christianity Today this morning. The episode is called “The End of the World will be Livestreamed,” and he talked about a novel from the early 1970s called Love in the Ruins by Walker Percy. Apparently, this novel pretty presciently foretells of a time in America that is now seemingly much like the one we are in now. I need to go back and listen again, but what I really liked is the resolution for the main character. In the midst of everything just falling apart, with the left dedicated to its progressive agenda, and the right diametrically opposed to the left’s agenda there is no room in the middle. There is no middle. One must choose side. So the society starts to collapse. The are left states and right states. Left cities and right cities. Ne’er the twain shall meet.
But then the main character, a lapsed Catholic, walks by a church or something (I need to check out this novel and read it for myself) and hears an invitation to just follow Jesus. In the midst of everything: “Follow me.” That is the ultimate resolution, I believe, for the book the way I heard Moore describe it (and I might not have heard him correctly). But I liked the idea that this man just started doing his one little part in your creation by being one of your created billions of people by starting to follow you. Forget the right. Forget the left. Forget the wisdom of this world. Just follow you.
Right now, I see all kids of things happening in this world that I simply cannot affect. I was reading about the continuing civil war in Sudan that I’ve been hearing about for decades. I cannot imagine the pain those people are in. Oh, Father, relieve their pain and bring healing. I think about the immigrants living around me who wake up in fear of being pulled over or an agent coming to their home. Oh, Father, comfort them and give them a good, healthy path forward. I think about my friend whose husband is gravely ill. Oh, Father, heal, comfort, guide, and love them. Don’t let this pain be wasted. Make it count. Be glorified in their lives. I think of my friend mourning the loss of his wife. Oh, Father, comfort him. My job isn’t to fix the Sudan, immigration, my friend’s husband, or even help my other friend to no longer mourn. My job is to follow you, and love those who are withing my reach. That includes the men I will love this evening through the Bible study we will do. Most of these men are on probation and feel forced to be there. Help this to change their lives. I give my service to you, Jesus. I will follow you. Lead me.
I pray this in Jesus and with your Holy Spirit,
Amen
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