A Day As Black As Night

I awoke today with clouds of darkness in my mind. Serving the Mission of God in Europe these days has taken on a new urgency for me.

I see the news. It is dark, like that Saturday long ago.

I hear whispers in the corner of my mind, “Why is this happening? Where is God?”

I want to scream at the rising darkness. I want to scream at the cowardly politicians. I want to scream at the business interests who put the euro, the dollar, and the ruble above righteousness.

My scream will not help, but my cry will.

I cry out to Him who sits enthroned. I cry out to Him who is Faithful and True.

Rome was the most powerful empire the world had ever seen yet when faced with the humble man from Galilee it was powerless.

Kingdoms come and kingdoms go. Nations rise and nations fall. The Word of the Lord will endure forever.

When times are dark I must turn my eyes to him who dwells in unapproachable light. He sits enthroned above nations and peoples, above ideologies and empires, and above euros, dollars, and rubles.

He cannot be bought, hoodwinked, or intimidated. He rules and He reigns. Though our world rots away, with our eyes we will see it. This is my hope.

In Revelation we see Him as the Lamb slain who defeats the dragon. We also see the trampled church triumphant through worship and intercession.

It is Holy Saturday, a day as black as night; a time we feel the apparent defeat of God. We wait with great hope knowing we too will hear a voice asking us, “Why are you seeking the living among the dead?” Even so, come quickly Lord Jesus.