Feeling the Power of Good
Jarod,
Once again I am reminded of the power of Good. At times it seems to sneak up on you. Its' subtle power introdueces itself like a whisper in the wind. In two seconds an arm may be broken, but it takes two months of care for it to be restored. In several hours a twisted soul may be born into this world, but the straightening of his nature takes nearly a lifetime. What is quickly destroyed by our immoral actions must take time to heal by the power of good. This causes me to respect its power, and its lengthy process. The power of Good was involves pain, often a consistent, underlying pain that softly keeps us moving. For whatever reason, it is healing and goodness that become overwhelmingly stronger in their constant movement forward. They are unstoppable, and they evidence God's care over his creation.
Good is a word of confession spoken to one you have injured.
Good is the sharp voice of correction to a soul going astray.
Good is the voluntary broken heart, whose prayers call God to action.
Good is the friend who continues to stand by his brother, for that alone may be the way through which God heals a broken soul.
The destruction that comes quickly tears at our tenderness. So I suppose that healing and tenderness must go hand in hand. For sometimes God sees fit not to protect us from that which will tear us. Instead He would have us experience the subtle, healing power of Good.
Again I am fascinated by its quiet nature. I picture crops growing. It is so slow that the human eye cannot even perceive their growth. In all of it I find the virture: patience. Yes, God has been teaching me about patience this summer as I float almost directionlessly from one vision to the next. When will His call be more clear? When will He act in a way that lets me know I'm still part of His plan? When will I grow past this state of immaturity that I have lingered in for too long and be empowered for His greater purpose?
I know that in time these questions will find their resolution. My fascination with time is also my frustration.
Anxiously waiting,
Dave
