How long, O Lord?
They say it's getting worse all the time, but I can't be sure. I only know what I've experienced, a growing awareness that pulls back the curtain to reveal that things are not always like they seemed, or like we had hoped. But we have known brokenness for ages. We have felt the separation that sin has created, turning us against one another, building walls of hatred and segregation.
What are we to do in a world that appears to be coming unhinged? What can we do?
I think the first thing is to admit that we are all a little broken. My pain may look different than yours but we all hurting. In the beginning we were created whole and beautiful. Maybe we have allowed the world to wreck us a bit, but our scars don't have to destroy us entirely. Some of the strongest, most resilient people I know are those that carry the most crushing stories within their battered bodies. But they are still standing; they carry an unlikely hope. Rumi said that our wounds are how the light gets in. Sometimes we are able to see that light, and sometimes we have to rely on others to shine a light for us. Sometimes we can be that light to a dark world.
May we carry hope within us and hang on to the truth that what we see is not always reality. May we make room for the mystery of God that surprises us with healing and resurrection.