Life is lived on the grocery aisle and in the check book register. It’s cleaning toilets and fixing holes in ceilings. It’s being told, “no” one too many times. Life is knowing there are more things to fix and problems to solve than there are hours in the day. And you don’t have the energy, even if you had the time.
Meanwhile, where is God?
"Go to Him," CS Lewis wrote, "When your need is desperate, when all other help is vain and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting an double bolting from the inside. After that, silence. You may as well turn away."
If one of the greatest apologists of the past century can find himself in such despair, what can we expect?
The great Chicago Fire of 1871 financially ruined Horatio Spafford. Not long afterward, he suffered another devastating loss. The ship taking his wife and four daughters across the Atlantic collided with another vessel. When his wife finally arrived in England, she sent Horatio a chilling two-word telegram. It simply read, “saved alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford's own ship passed near the spot where his daughters had been lost at sea, he wrote down these words that became an enduring hymn:
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
We’re bracing for our own storms. We know from past experience how they can interrupt and dramatically change lives. You’ve probably walked across piers built deep into the water that failed to survive. How quickly our plans and dreams can quickly be dashed on the rocks by a hurricane. The powerful winds and raging flood waters serve to remind us of life's brevity. We face the clamor of the enemy, determined to wear us down, discourage us, and defeat us.
We have choice when the winds of the world beat against our windows. We can join Spafford and build on a firm foundation, so we’ll still be standing long after the storm has passed through.