The world seems to be floundering in anxiety these days. Weather is weird, there are earthquakes, tornadoes, fires, mudslides, droughts, floods, wars, looming threats of war, citizens of our country taking up arms against their own government, widespread mistrust not just of the government, but of each other. All motives are in question; civil discourse is all but absent in most avenues. It seems as though people are afraid to hear points of view that they don’t agree with. The vibe is just…… icky.
That vibe has infiltrated its way into my psyche, as well. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I still love a good philosophical discussion, but I have fears for the future. For my family–what do we do if things start falling apart around us? Will we be prepared? We’ve been doing the ol’ food storage, gardening, trying to be frugal, get our flashlights ready stuff–but people are changing, and I fear what they are capable of if their usual comforts run dry. I worry about my family’s economic future. I worry about the world my kids are growing up in. I worry that I won’t be able to make it as an author. I worry…..
Underneath all this anxiety, there is always a mooring that I anchor myself to. There is always the THING I know. It’s really thingS plural, but it comes down to that. God is my Father. Literally. He loves me. He only wants good for me–and He is the only one that ultimately knows what that good is. Jesus Christ is my Savior and He lived and died for ME, and was resurrected on the third day, so that I (and all the world) will be resurrected and brought home to God one day. I know that Christ paid for my sins, so that if I just do what I am supposed to by following Him and working my darnedest to be better every single day, I WILL be able to be with God, and my family, forever. I KNOW that because God loves me, and Jesus atoned for me, that in the end, I WILL BE HAPPY. Everything will work out how it should, and I will be happy with the final results.
It’s the real Easter message. It’s the message of every day when I get up and start again. I cannot say that I still don’t feel fear for all of the details of life, but the equation is like this: to the degree that I REMEMBER these things, and practice trust and faith in them, I feel peace. This gives me hope that I will be able to be strong enough, capable enough, that with God’s help, I and my family will be able to valiantly stand, faithful and true to our God and our beliefs. I KNOW.
Everything else is just details.