Groping in the darkness, all we can rely on is the belief that beyond the unrest is the light we know is calling us.
Too often, life these days takes us from crisis to crisis. From personal to family to community and globally, we are bombarded with the challenges of difference.
The isolation we were pulled into during the pandemic and the effort many of us are experiencing as we re-enter society, provides a canvas of unknowing.
Social media with its mastery of deception leaves the average viewer even further disillusioned as the reality of news becomes more and more questionable.
These are hard times. But looking back to generations before me, I am learning that they too viewed their times the same way. Few thought their days were the ‘good ole days,’ when they were in them. Which forces me to take a wider view.
And in doing so, I am learning to look for the crack.
While surrounded by the bleakness of the unknown, I am tempted to dwell there, ruminating on the hardship, the angst, the differences that promise to break and separate.
It is in the quiet of the darkness, that something breaks open and the light is able to shine thru the tiniest crack. Focusing on that fragile sliver, I begin to realize that without it, the light could never come through. Once my focus is readjusted, the crack seems to grow before me, illuminating a truth bigger than division, lies, and discord. And with this light brings an ever-growing image of helpers who also are bringing light into the darkness and that is where I will grow…
