The New Year is almost upon us, the year is fading fast. The best of, the worst of, the most of, 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 & it will all be gone… like a flower that develops before declaring its petals for all to see, then we fade, then we die & life goes on. In the natural order of things that’s how we roll.
In war & tragedy things can fade fast, instantly in fact, boom… like a firework that lights up the sky momentarily, like a bolt from the blue it can come from nowhere & like time, there is no stopping it. When sorrows like see billows roll, one thing remains the same, Lord God Almighty. The God who is not dead, the God, who has His eye upon the sparrow while we count our pennies. He is watching & in control…He is who he is.
In this transitional life, this zone of madness & mayhem where streams of data flow back & forth, while cameras & lenses capture almost endless images from under the sea, on land & above, there remains a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. In this madness there is gladness, God in all His beauty reigns, from age to age, He is still the same.