When There Is No Other Way

 

When There Is No Other Way

     Rose could come to me with her glasses, but that doesn’t change that there are bills to pay.  Positive thinking won’t calm my brain by seeing the bright side of the cloud.  I could escape into a bottle of Jim Beam, but he’d only want aspirin in the morning.  So I wait, wait for the hand of God.

     “Wow!  I wonder how He’s gonna get us out of this one?”  In my last thirty plus years, I’ve never been substantially unemployed.  Been to college and between jobs, but always making progression.  I’ve never had my body wear out before.  My brain’s hit tilt a couple times, but it always equalized.  This time is different.

     What are we to be learning through all this?  Maybe it’s the glory of a man and his wife working though some difficult times together.  All eyes of the family are watching.  Does the Jesus mechanism still work?  Can He still breathe hope into changing times?

     We cry together when we get the doctor’s news.  The shock hits us as he speaks with authority.  Could we leave his office with superspiritual denial?  Yes.  Could we blame former doctors for the mess we have found ourselves in?  Probably.  Or do we pick up the ball and plan another play?

     Jesus, you see the cards we have been dealt today.  You know the suit and where the wild cards are in the deck.  What should we keep and what to discard.

     It gets back to priorities.  They have not changed since yesterday.  Truthfulness, compassion, and acts of kindness surely take the top.  I would think the same ole, same ole is what You require.  Are our heads to be bounced about by news which threatens our future?  How much will we be moved?

     A castle on a hill is built upon an outcrop of rock.  It is there those run for safety.  My wife and I do not live in tents anymore.  We have kept that castle warm burning the internal fires.  He has given us banners to fly from spires and tapestries to tell of former providence.  Our little ones have played in the courtyard while feasts were held inside.

     Today, I know there is no other way.  A city on a hill will not be hidden.  Faith must know her works even as we declare her with trumpets from the parapets.

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