Tag : bright-morning-star
Tag : bright-morning-star
It’s only the size of a pinhole, but as we walk along the rock and debris-strewn floor of this life’s tunnel we can see it if we keep looking forward. If we keep walking, it will grow larger and brighter, but it seems as though the light at the end is so very far ahead.
It is dank, dark, and damp down here, and we find ourselves tripping over chunks of concrete, automobile tires, and items that cannot be identified in the low light conditions. Our feet are wet from having to wade through puddles of stagnant water that exude the malodorous airs of rotting moss and raw sewage.
We’ve suffered loss in life because we took chances, and it was those chances that served as soft spots in the ground that allowed us to fall through the path less traveled. While we pursued something different, there are many that we know who followed the prescribed path and today they walk in the light on the firm ground above us, seemingly secure because they “did what they had to do.”
But how secure are they who did what they had to do and followed that prescribed path? Are they only secure in their minds?
Not everyone down here took a chance and failed…
No, we are not alone in the tunnel. There are the intoxicated and the drug-addicted down here. There are the gamblers who cling to the hope of lotto winnings being the ticket out, and that pursuit becomes an addiction that can’t be satiated. There are the angry who lash out at everything and everyone, and we must keep ourselves girded against them. Some are apoplectic due to the frustration of being forced to walk down here, while others are angry because they are hungover or because haven’t had enough to sufficiently satisfy the addiction.
Down here are the unemployed parents with children who are scarcely fed. Likewise, there are the working poor who rely on government assistance to help keep meat in the pot. As we walk forward with heavy-laden packs on our backs, we notice that the numbers of tunnel walkers is increasing. “Hey, I don’t belong down here” we hear some of them say, as they lament “I worked for that company for thirty years and I don’t deserve this! Where is my promised pension? I paid into it!”
None deserve the tunnel but in 2012 more are falling through the gaps in the quaking earth up top; and not just the ground that makes up the path less traveled. The floor of the tunnel is becoming a path heavily traveled below the so-called “prescribed path”, and as more are forced to walk down here the detritus and wreckage become more prevalent and a greater hazard.
With increasing frequency, we can feel the vibration of heavy equipment and the hear the stomping of the boots of tens of thousands of soldiers above us.
The numbers in the tunnel will continue to grow and the anger and despair will intensify, so we must keep focused on the light. The light is our one, true hope. The light at the end of the tunnel comes from the Bright Morning Star and no matter how hard it is or gets, we must keep focused on Him.
At the end of the tunnel we emerge to a peaceful pathway in the warmth of the sun. The path takes us across a small bridge and we then begin to ascend a winding wooden plank stairway into a lush green forest.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. It was faith that got us this far, and that very faith will carry those who can’t walk and invigorate the legs of those who still can.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Lord Jesus, we know you’ll come carry us home.
Newt Gingrich predicts that the race to become the Republican nominee for president in 2012 will come down to him and Mitt Romney (no surprise, eh?), and it will be “a straight-out contest for the next four or five months.”
Reportage of and commentary on the 2012 Presidential race has made up the lion’s share of what has been broadcast over FOX, CNN, and MSNBC for months now. The verbal sparring matches between Gingrich and Romney, the primaries and the debates: these events are sucking the oxygen out of the other items that may be newsworthy as this first month of 2012 winds down and the world moves on to February and beyond.
Let us not be distracted. There is more here than meets the eye. America is growing more hungry, but it seems that it is not hungering for the truth. Many citizens are lacking and are led to seek the nine-digit jackpot through Powerball, Mega Millions, and other instant lottery games – but through the desperation brought about by lack those people may lose sight of the hope of eternal gold.
We must keep watch at the wall, but in that we need to see beyond the television, the newspaper and the internet, and the obsession with a presidential election. We must lift our hearts and arms upward, because the earth below our feet is but a bridge that is rickety and unstable, and ripe for collapse. Only the Bright Morning Star will illuminate the path that is solid and unshakable – away from the rickety, swinging bridge as this world aches, quakes, and groans through painful labor.
The odds of winning the nine-digit jackpot are stacked tall against us. Of course, that payout would meet immediate needs and substantially improve our quality of earthly life, but it could ultimately leave us again in lack. The dollars in the jackpot are on life-support, and could die at any time and become valueless.
America has learned a hard lesson that presidents are not saviors or messiahs. The current occupant of the White House was portrayed as both, and in that position he has conditioned a nation and the world to worship a charismatic, handsome, well-spoken man who would usher in peace and prosperity for all who are left behind to live in it.
The tongue will spit lies and the aforementioned peace and prosperity will be false when the true one world leader rises into power.
The media will cover the 2012 election and leave little room for anything else – unless an event so earth-shattering or catastrophic occurs and must be moved to the front burner of news reporting. If we look beyond the surface and toward Europe and the Middle East, we will see these news events forming today, and they will radically change America.
There is snow falling on upstate New York and in the upper-Midwest on this January morning in 2012; and it would have been wonderful to have had this snow for Christmas of 2011. Mild temperatures prevailed during the third week of December, and Christmas in this part of America was brown and green with mere streaks of white, hither and yon.
Even as the second week of January 2012 winds down, there are still some decorated Christmas trees and strings of lights adorning the windows of homes and likewise dotting the landscape of upstate New York; and this phenomenon may be presenting itself in your area as well. Certainly, those who put up the trees and strung the lights that still remain may be busy with innumerable life tasks. Or, perhaps in some cases laziness may be rearing its semi-comatose head. There could be fatigue, sickness, or other maladies that are keeping individuals and/or families from dismantling the Christmas regalia and packing it away until the season returns later this year…
…Or, it could be that in some or all of these cases, people just don’t want to let go.
For so many, there are pleasant and heartwarming memories associated with the Christmas season. There are the giggles, shrieks, or even shy smiles of children who have now grown and gone away. In many cases, divorce has taken away daily increments of time with children who lived with parents and forced it instead into weekly visits and two minute telephone conversations.
The economy was better a mere five years ago, and while we knew that life in this falling world would always be lived on shaky ground, there was the hope that if one worked hard that he or she could live the American Dream; perhaps running their own business or if that wasn’t their cup of tea – moving up the corporate ladder in the company that employed them because prospects for growth shined as brightly as the rising sun on the eastern skyline. Indeed, there was the freedom to dream, pursue, and create – while still being aware that danger lurked in the shadows and that an Islamic enemy controlled by Satan himself could alter the very landscape that we plowed and seeded. We were wary because in 2001 we had been attacked, and after that terrible September day we were warned to be cautious, but circa 2000 through 2007 we were undaunted. There was still that American Dream to pursue and Merry Christmases to enjoy.
As the first decade of the Twenty-First Century approached its conclusion and the second term of President George W. Bush finished with staggering disappointment, the air seemed to shift. Barack Obama never brought hope or positive change; but too many were willingly-deceived into believing that he would. As a watcher at the wall I saw trouble coming and as I continue to observe I say to myself, “no wonder so many are hanging on to Christmas.”
Christmas represents hope and joy, and it is a celebration of the birth of the One who is eternal hope and joy everlasting. No wonder the lights and the trees remain! The decorations have nothing to do with the birth of Jesus – nor should they ever become the true representation of Christmas – but they are color and glistening light and they are a foretaste of Heaven. While I have yet to see Heaven, in my spirit I do know that it is a place of uncompromising beauty and color. It is a place of glistening light created by, of, and for the Christ who died for us and rose again; desiring us to accept His gift of grace on faith, so we will one day know that color and light and experience that eternal peace and joy that transcends all understanding.
As we face increasing deterioration and rabid uncertainty in 2012, some delay the tearing down of the Christmas gewgaws and regalia – as they did in 2011, 2010, and 2009. Some are merely hanging on, and I pray that if they don’t know the Bright Morning Star that they will not delay in coming to Him. I understand and empathize with the longing and the sadness. But we must remember that in Jesus there will be gladness…
…But for now some are leaving up those trees and lights a bit longer. And as the snow falls today, I can almost smell the cinnamon and hear Silent Night and Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow playing somewhere – if not merely in my memory.
There are better days coming; you can trust me on that. We are all merely hanging on, but the path is laid out before us and like wayfarers we must walk – we have no choice.
But we never, no not ever, have to walk alone.