I think fear is always trying to dictate the terms of life.
Fear likes to keep our hopes rooted in moving targets. Fear knows when our hopes are tied to the economy, hope fades the moment the economy begins to collapse. Fear knows when our hopes are tied to our health, hope fades the moment a deadly virus arrives. In fact, it's a bit ironic, fear lives in fear. It lives in fear of us ever collectively having hope in a target that sits, unwavering, unmovable in the face of any challenge. In Psalm 11 this morning, David has people in his ear telling him the world is collapsing. You need to run and hide David. You pride yourself on doing the right thing, they tell him, well you are no longer living in a world where doing the right thing makes any difference at all. And David says - in Psalm 11:4 The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man. David is saying maybe this world is collapsing, But God is still God. God is still where God is. And he still sees me and he is still waiting on me. David said my hope isn't found clinging to the moving targets of this world, my hope is found in the home God has prepared for me. Here's the thing we need to know about that home. At least how I've come to see it and experience it. God didn't send us an email or a text or a fancy invitation in the mail to come live in this home with him. He came to earth personally to literally touch lives with a hope that never moves. He came into the lives of people whose health had collapsed, whose economies had collapsed, and when he walked out of their towns and out of their lives, he left behind people who were experiencing a hope like they'd never experienced before. Those biblical stories would be a farce to me except for the reality I too have experienced that shift from hopelessness to hopeful. I too have shifted from living in a dark place when the things of this world collapsed around me to living within the light of a home that is waiting on me. But I always have to remember, God didn't wait on me to get home. God came to live in me long before he'll say come live with me forever. God came to be an unmovable hope in my life long before he'll bring me to his unmovable home. The other thing I need to remember about that. And it's probably not "the other thing" as much as it is "THE thing" - God didn't come live in me as an unmovable hope so I can sit around patiently waiting for the u-haul to arrive and take me to my eternal home. No, God came to be an unmovable hope in my life to keep me constantly stirred to be an unmovable hope in someone else's life. We were created to walk each other toward an unmovable hope. We were created to walk with each other when the economy collapses. When health collapses. We were made to walk with unmovable hope together. And you know who celebrates most when we walk away from how we were made. Fear does. The fear that wants to dictate the terms of this world is counting on us to cling to moving targets and not each other.
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Robert "Keith" CartwrightI am a friend of God, a dad, a runner who never wins, but is always searching for beauty in the race. Archives
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