In times like this, when people around us seem to be trusting so much in a man, or an idea, or anything under the sun. Refusing to put their hope in the creator of the sun. In times like this when the false hope is failing and flailing and falling. When people are finding their hopes dashed on the rocks of reality.
When people need real hope.
Faith in something faith-worthy.
Now I know that the LORD saves his anointed; he will answer him from his holy heaven with the saving might of his right hand.
Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.
They collapse and fall, but we rise and stand upright.
Andree Seu, a favorite author of mine in World Magazine, encountered what we might at first blush call a freak accident or narrow escape but which God considers another chance to glorify Him:
Lawrence and Nancy’s 3-year-old son fell out of his second-story bedroom window
I’ve been dealing with the loss of a good friend and did not immediately connect the significance of God’s work reaching across these two incidents because Lawrence and Nancy’s son, Sammy, lived. But God did. And speaking through Andree to me He revealed even the smallest and most indirect part of His plan is so very perfect:
…(Y)ou might ask why, if God is so amazing, He didn’t stop Sammy from falling out in the first place. There you got me. All I know is that people were mobilized to pray and cook and watch Matty, and so it seems that God was giving lots of folks an opportunity to love in ways they wouldn’t have otherwise. And that’s the best I can do with that.
If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking