2017 has been a whirlwind of broken dreams, hearts and promises. Governmental systems have failed. Blinders on the eyes of the privileged have come off revealing deep-seated racism, sexism and more. It is a strange time to be a Jesus follower in the United States.
Too many days to count, I have woke up and have felt like I got punched in the gut over and over again. Mourning the brokenness of this world; it often seems like too much to bear. I get overwhelmed carrying the weight of the world. I write letters, make phone calls, share Facebook posts, listen to other’s stories. “God, is this really helping?” I ask. My tiny voice seems insignificant.
Right when the waves of injustice start to swallow me whole I grab hold to the anchor. I pull myself up and I remember that the God of the universe resides inside me.
In 1 John 1:5 we read, “This is the message we heard from Jesus and now declare to you: God is light, and there is no darkness in him at all.”
Nothing dark. Nothing missing. Nothing broken. Nothing wrong.
God is whole. He is the definition of Shalom. And because he resides within me I am a bearer of Shalom in everything I do. Every call I make. Letter I write. Hand I hold. All of it can bear his Shalmon to a world in desperate need of light.
Not only does this Shalom reside in me, it resides in my brothers and sisters. My fellow Jesus followers and light-bearers: I need you.
You are my anchor in the waves. Right when I think I am in too deep. When tears won’t stop, you hold my head above the water and I breathe. Perhaps, this is not the picture we want when we picture living the light. Yet, light reveals the darkness. Shalom, reveals brokenness.
In your lamenting and mourning, you are actually making space for more wholeness to enter this world. So make the space. Find your tribe to hold your head above the water. Do not give up. For the God that is pure light and goodness resides in you.