Well, it’s been over two months and this uninspired mom is still a bit, well, uninspired. I’ve come to this place where I am just unsure of what I am supposed to say and the last thing I want to do is say the wrong thing.
The world is so full of controversy right now. It’s ugly, it’s mean, it’s sad and it’s a difficult time to have an opinion. Someone out there is always going to hate you for it. Last night I was practically at the point of tears thinking of all the misunderstandings, hate, and brokenness that plagues, not only the “millennials” but also their parents and grandparents. I look at the picture at the beginning of this post and I’m frightened of the world my boys will grow up in.
Often I sit pondering our current state of affairs and my blood begins to boil. I want to make YouTube videos and write profound Facebook posts that are loaded with opinion and personal feelings, hoping in some way to persuade people into peace and the same mind. But every time I begin to write or record the Holy Spirit stops me in my tracts and reminds me of this one thing; this is not personal to me, it’s personal to Him. The issues that we have faced which cause this sort of hate and violence have nothing to do with guns, who’s president, global climate change, color, prejudice, status, feminism, sexism, rape, or what have you. The issue is with the heart of man, and it’s existed since the beginning of time, when Adam and Eve gave up their perfect relationship with God.
Ladies and gentleman, no words of man can change the fact that every single one of us does the wrong thing. It’s called sin. The evil in this world is based solely on our “Sin Problem.” We have left the leading of the Lord behind us and we have tried to go out and make something of ourselves in our own, and we have failed miserably.
I think of the parable of the prodigal son (you can read the full story here) and how he no longer wanted to work with, or be under the care of his father. He wanted the money that would be his after his father had passed on and then the son left. And within a short matter of time his greed and selfishness had caused him to squander all he had. Now the son’s only choice was to become the hired hand of a pig farmer. This young man was so broke he couldn’t even afford to buy himself a loaf of bread, and his starvation caused him to even long for the trash that was the pigs food. But he wasn’t even allowed to eat that.
Y’all, the world we live in today has done exactly that. We have rejected God, we have taken what we have wanted and we have exchanged the presence of God the Father for the temporary pleasures of this life. We desire to make something of ourselves, and in our pride we have brought about a bankruptcy of our souls. We have squandered what minimal knowledge we have on things that only matter in this life and it has thrown us all into a godless pigsty of backbiting, anger, violence, and rage. We long for anything we can get our hands on to satisfy the deep longing for something more that cries out in the depths of our soul, something that could possibly cultivate peace, or bring about change. But our go-to remedy is nothing but pig’s food.
Thankfully, the end of the story does not leave the prodigal son in the pigsty. Instead he has an epiphany, that if he could just go home, ask his father for forgiveness and then ask to be hired on as a server he would at least have food in his belly. So he begins the long journey home.
But when he is getting closer to his fathers house, off in the distance he sees a man running towards him. That man is none other than his father, who has been waiting for him, anticipating his return, praying that his son would drop his foolishness and return to his family! The repentant heart of the son combined with the loving heart of the Father changed the end of the story! The love of the Father has covered the stupid, selfish sin of the sin with an abundant, forgiving love! He takes the son back, and not just as a servant, but he takes his youngest back as his beloved son. The father celebrates his sons life, as if he has just been reborn. There is great joy and great rejoicing amongst all the friends and family (besides a jealous older brother, but that’s another story for another time.)
And this story makes me believe that if we would just return to God, return to our Father in the midst of the chaos, evil, hatred, and brokenness, God would begin to restore the hearts of our generation. If we would just realize and repent that in our own strength, in our own understanding we accomplish nothing but ending up in the proverbial pigsty. If people would be filled with the love of God, how many school shootings would we have? If people were filled with the love of God instead of pigs food, how much hatred would truly be portrayed in the media? If people would come back to the Father, there would be a real understanding that we are ALL equal in God’s eyes! But the president wouldn’t be the one mandating it. The feminists wouldn’t be the one demanding it. Black Lives Matter wouldn’t be the ones protesting for it. No, it would be the people of God, not held captive by titles or names, simply returning to that place where fellowship with God is key to changing our world.
Sin will always cause discord, and no matter what there will always be sin this side of heaven. But, the peace of God can transcend all understanding. The peace of God is powerful enough to change the course of our world and where it’s headed. We need God. And that’s it.
Have a a great Thursday. I am so grateful for God putting each of you in my path. Be blessed!