People are desperate, people are hurting, people are lost. I’m driving down Riverside Drive in Tulsa yesterday and as I pass the ginormous casino, there are cars everywhere, jammed out, six lanes of traffic at a stand-still. I’m on my way to pick up Jaxon from school, it’s 2:45 on a Wednesday. What is wrong with this picture?
Before I arrive at school, I prepare myself for the atmosphere. The night before, we had been notified that a senior had taken his own life. The day is grim, sad, and mournful. My heart cannot even grasp the sadness of that family. My little fourth grader is untouched by the pain, thank God. I couldn’t bear it.
Chilean miners are being slowly brought to the surface after 68 and 69 terrifying, lonely days in the dark. The joy and relief are tangible, a thousand miles away, it comes through my TV and the tears fall.
The dichotomy of the day’s events are staggering. What does it all mean? I wish I knew. I just say, even so, Lord Jesus come. Please come. We are such flawed people. We try and try and fail and fail at every turn. How can you not hide your face from us? But Romans 8 brings comfort: “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? . . . For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
We need God and God wants us. He wants us to love Him of our own free will, and He wants us to tell others about the redemption that was obtained for us at the cross. Jesus can’t come until all have heard. I for one, want to do all I can to speed that event up.