In the Stillness of Trouble Waters

Caught here in a pandemic state of suspended animation we gradually move towards comprehension of the old axiom, between a rock and a hard place as we hang here held between the jaws of the vice of survival. Indeed, times are as hard as steel but such times can’t stand up to the tenderizing torch of hope and faith that has sustained us in all our testing trials, tribulations, and oppressive pains. Just like a stoic perpendicular tree standing still by the storming waters, we will not be move from our cemented hope and faith in our God of deliverance who never has nor never will fail us. The Psalmist reminds us that God’s anger endures but for an instant and that in his love, he nourishes life; that though weeping suffering may endure a while, joy will come. Indeed, while we may now be shedding painful tears, promised joy is definitely on the way. Thus, let us no longer whine to God about the present great storms that we now face; rather, let us stand strong and shout out loud to those storms, that no matter how great they may think themselves to be, our God is greater!