Chaos: Hope for Tomorrow

I sat with a group of Liberals yesterday.

They relished Biden’s victory, the undoing of everything Trump, and the justification of canceling those associated with Conservatism. They celebrated a new day of hope and a return to civility. One said, “Trump supporters should never be able to work again.”

I sat with a group of Conservatives two days ago.

They worried about their grandkids—ostracized at university. They wondered about the reports of election fraud—and if substantiated, wondered if their homeowner’s insurance covered them in the event of riots in their neighborhood. They expressed confusion. “I can’t determine what to believe.”

I heard recently, “I cry for the babies. There was a chance their lives would be protected. Now their slaughter will continue.”

I also heard, “Finally, someone will find the phone numbers for the parents of children separated at the border.”

One famous Christian leader spilled a plethora of words upon his page about the election. He concluded he wouldn’t vote. We flinched as this Captain of Christianity abandoned ship.

From where I sit, all are either lamenting a new day or hoping in a new day. Some are frozen by chaos.

Tomorrow waits for no one.

Chaos. Confusion. How does it feel to be hunted? To hunt?

One is sick of what tomorrow portends. Another is sick of yesterday.

How about you?

Are you grieving the defeat of Mr. Trump?

Are you hopeful Mr. Biden will deliver for you?

When will it dawn on you that this world does not—cannot—salve what aches in your soul? When will you reconcile yourself to the reality that governments rise and governments fall, politicians come and they go, and no matter who sits behind the big desk there is at a significant level chaos?

How many times must the cycle spin?

When will you say, “My hope is in the Lord? In Him alone will I invest my trust.”

I wrote in my book Swagger: “God in divine humility declares that it is never too late to pray.” I was reflecting on Lewis. He observed that if God was proud, He would hardly have us and our desperate prayers on such terms. “But God is not proud. He stoops to conquer.”

Now is a fine time, a good and opportune time, to turn your gaze from tomorrow as viewed by your liberalism or your conservatism and say, “Dear God! My soul is sick, sick and tired. May I place my trust in you? Please accept my desperate terms? In my heart, I want to depend on you. In your Book you say you will have me no matter what. Please help me.”

Yes, now is a good time to call out from either chaos or impending chaos. God is not proud. He will have you and hold you—both you and your tomorrow.