There are seasons and times, and they change according to the great orders set by God in the heavens. Sun and stars and moon and more are a grand, quantum clockwork of coming and going, now a little up, now a little down, been there before and going there soon again.
The magnificence of it all continues to inspire us, in spite of the many trials and dangers this life is constantly peppered with.
Births continue to amaze us, no matter what our positions on “women’s health” politics.
Deaths still stun us, and even stop whole civilizations in their tracks, whether in Wuhan or Winnebago.
Every year, we sow from the harvest of recent memory.
Every morning, we reap what we have sown.
We kill viruses and bacteria with soap and anesthetic and prejudice.
We upend whole economies, in order to make sure there is still a time and place that sick people can go to heal.
We watch the stocks break down in catastrophe. A day later, we watch the entire thing build up again.
We don’t know whether to weep in OCD worst-case scenario anxiety-overload, or to laugh hysterically at how silly we must look to any superior life forms who might be looking and wondering what we’re all so afraid of.
We mourn, for our loved ones have just died in our arms.
We dance, for our loved ones have just made full recovery.
The stones you thought were so important to gather and build with suddenly don’t seem all the good you’d thought them to be.
But now you can also see how good it will be to cast old weights away, in order to freely embrace the present for what it is.
There is a time to resist the present, to fight back against the world and call your enemy what he is to his face.
Because sometimes, you’re just going to lose anyway.
Sometimes, you don’t so much need to win, as you need to be found.
Sometimes the LORD gives.
And sometimes Jesus takes away.
Sometimes, he consumes your dross in fire and bleaches your stains in the purging glory of your own suffering.
Sometimes, there is balm in Gilead.
There is nothing sundered that shall not be made whole. There is nothing you have lost which your good King shall not with 100x interest restore to you.
On that day, he will no longer keep silent, leaving his reign to the still small voice of Christian preaching, but with the voice of an archangel and the radiant blasts of heaven’s horn, he will speak to us all, “Beloved, it’s time to get up."
On that day you will love, even though up to that point all your other times and seasons can’t help but have been filled with this cursed world’s hate.
There is, then, after all, a time for war, and a time for peace.
It is always, and ever shall be, called today.
Be strong, and let your hearts know courage,