2020 is perhaps the most storied year in recent times. Unruly, and mercilessly unkind. It’s been one thing after the other; a series of unexpected and heavy blows. I personally would like to put this year on a timeout, demand that it sit in the corner, and think about just how naughty it has been.
I think this is why Jesus taught the disciples (and us) to pray continually|Luke 18:1|. We don’t see far enough to know what lies ahead, but in the place of prayer, we are convinced of who goes before us, and thus do not faint. It’s a strategic and wise move, one that affords us the advantage of simultaneously straddling both the offensive and defensive lines. It is fortifying, the blessing of living deeply rooted.
And so, even though it’s been a rather disruptive year, it’s also been a year I have been most at peace. This year has forced me to dig even deeper, and to abide. Oh yes, there have been tears, but through the tears there has also been rejoicing, and a lot of it too. When I am tempted to throw in the towel, I remember God’s faithfulness. When I have contemplated subscribing to the cancel culture, and ruling out 2020, I remember purpose, my call to intercede, and pray for the hurting, the broken, and the lost.
Our days on earth are numbered |Psalm 139|. No one knows when they will be called home. While some are fearful of this, those that live for God are focused on living, and steady stacking up heavenly treasures. A God-breathed life is impactful, no matter how long or short.
They say that when it rains, it pours. Well, here is my bold declaration.
2020 is not cancelled. I am expecting an outpouring of God’s blessings for this last leg, and we will see His goodness in the land of the living! Amen.