There will indeed be peace in the valley someday but the storm and the rain and the floods must wreak havoc first. The song that bears that title...Peace In The Valley...was written by a Black prodigal son musician who returned to the faith as he saw the horrors of Nazi Germany on the horizon, and thus wrote a song longing for a day when the peace and kingship of his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ would cover this earth.
I have never enjoyed watching trapeze artists working without a net. They are so very talented, I admit, but I don't want life and death suspense. America apparently does. Our eyes have been fixated on that bar high above us. We watch celebrities gracefully swing from one bar to another until they fall. We gasp but then quickly look up again to see a politician take his turn until he falls. We gasp but then eagerly look up once again.
This election has become a circus and our country but an amateur trapeze act without a net. We no longer want the suspense but it is too late. We look around and scary clowns are everywhere. The ringmaster walks up to us, and the closer he gets we see the sunken eyes and the white face smeared with red around the mouth. He cracks a whip and we are startled. We hear the screams and look up but are suddenly awoken. Our bed is soaked with sweat and our bed covers disheveled from our tossing and turning. Was it only a nightmare?
To those who can successfully step back from the chaos enveloping this world, the mayhem is not a nightmare, it is a storm the warnings of which we have ignored for decades. The return of Jesus Christ will bring that longed for peace, but the storm will first intensify and the people will then look up and gasp, not at someone falling from the trapeze but at an army of angels with Jesus Christ at its head. Others will not gasp but shout..."...Blessings and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever..."
I have never enjoyed watching trapeze artists working without a net. They are so very talented, I admit, but I don't want life and death suspense. America apparently does. Our eyes have been fixated on that bar high above us. We watch celebrities gracefully swing from one bar to another until they fall. We gasp but then quickly look up again to see a politician take his turn until he falls. We gasp but then eagerly look up once again.
This election has become a circus and our country but an amateur trapeze act without a net. We no longer want the suspense but it is too late. We look around and scary clowns are everywhere. The ringmaster walks up to us, and the closer he gets we see the sunken eyes and the white face smeared with red around the mouth. He cracks a whip and we are startled. We hear the screams and look up but are suddenly awoken. Our bed is soaked with sweat and our bed covers disheveled from our tossing and turning. Was it only a nightmare?
To those who can successfully step back from the chaos enveloping this world, the mayhem is not a nightmare, it is a storm the warnings of which we have ignored for decades. The return of Jesus Christ will bring that longed for peace, but the storm will first intensify and the people will then look up and gasp, not at someone falling from the trapeze but at an army of angels with Jesus Christ at its head. Others will not gasp but shout..."...Blessings and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever..."
