A member of our congregation often reminds me to ‘look up’.
On a day of sombre reflection on the state of the Kirk. The morning after a presbytery meeting that inspired little hope for the future. And facing a critical General Assembly…
The Lectio 365 evening reading came from Lamentations 3.
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,“therefore I will hope in him.”
The LORD is good to those who wait for him
I look up. And for a moment pause from the strategies, planning, complaining and fretting; even from the theologising and speculating about church and mission.
And again, I am a small child in the arms of our Father. Frustrated, struggling, wrestling, convinced of the justice of my cause. But eventually calmed and now aware of both total dependence and security.
And from up here, it seems to matter far less whether the Kirk is going to pull through.