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Well, it has been a few days since I last entered the blogosphere. Funny thing is my stats are up over the last few days. It seems I get more traffic when I’m not blogging then I do when I am! Go figure! Maybe someone is trying to tell me something!
Right now, evening locally, I am watching my two youngest daughters ride around in their Barbie battery-powered Jeep. It is nice and pink and girly, everything a four-year old and two-year old girl would want in a Jeep. My Jeep, on the other hand, is sitting in the drive and it is dark green and the battery is dead. It seems a long, cold winter will do such things to Jeeps. Especially, when the Jeep has not been started since last autumn.
Well, it will soon be time to start it up and take it for a drive. The girls love my Jeep too. We have some old field roads around by our house we can scoot down and they get a big kick out of riding in Daddy’s Jeep. You see, in their minds, their Jeep is just as much a Jeep as Daddy’s Jeep. The only real differences are: mine is bigger and it’s a different, less likable color.
I am sitting outside right now, as the day is waning and the sun is slowly settling behind the western horizon. It is nice and cool and peaceful . . . a far cry from earlier in the week when Tornado Warnings were lighting up the TV. A few areas close by got hit hard. Two people in a nearby community lost their lives.
Every southerner in the USA knows what the bright red means on the Doppler radar. It means trouble is a-coming your way. You better seek shelter or say your prayers: or both.
Perspective is an amazing thing. Whether you are talking about Jeeps or weather or whatever else.
Sometimes things come along in life that are nice, frilly pink Jeeps. They are nice and pretty and fun to sit and watch in the early evening. They have nice Barbie stickers on the hood and sides and are relatively quiet and easy to maintain.
Then, at other times, you have a different Jeep come along. It is big and noisy. It leaks oil and exhaust. It starts with a thunder-clap and rattles and shakes from start-up to shut down. It has big, off-road tires and mud covering its side. It has no stickers. No frills. No prettiness, at least in the conventional sense. It is rugged and raw and something of a bully.
This evening, nice and tranquil, with a cool, even breeze blowing is like a nice, pink pretty Jeep. It is safe and harmless. It is fun and playful. It reminds us of childhood and youth and innocence. It reminds us of other calm evenings long ago.
The weather of a few nights ago, was the other sort of Jeep. Loud and monstrous, bullying anything that dared to be in its path. It is scary and frightening and noisy and rough. It cares nothing of beauty or frills or stickers. It comes like a bear and leaves a path of destruction in its wake.
I’m not sure why I am thinking of any of this really; but, here I am and this is what I felt inspired to write. I’m not even sure it makes a lot of sense.
I guess, in the end, it is just to say that life is life. It has its beauty and its innocence; but, it also has its noise and roughness. Most of our lives are lived in the in between, a little of the one and a little of the other. Usually it is a balancing act and we get along okay. But, there are times when the roughness becomes too hard and coarse.
These remind us that the world is broken and awaiting its salvation. As Paul says in Romans, it is groaning for that day. When you see your life’s work blown away, the groaning comes easily. It was a violent fracture that shot forth from that garden so long ago.
But, by God’s grace, we are given moments of peace and beauty. Moments of little girls playing in the backyard. Moments of calm and contentment, when the atmosphere is defined by a gentle, soft cool breeze, instead of tornado force winds. In these moments, the world seems to be in harmony, the brokenness seems more remote or even absent altogether.
These times are a respite for us. As we grow wiser, we learn to relish in these times, but not to be lulled to sleep. We must remain ever vigilant and alert; alas, this is the world in which we live.
So, whether you are experiencing a pink Jeep sort of moment or a big, burly green Jeep moment, I pray God’s blessings upon you. Remember, that even in the howl and fury of the big, bad Jeep, God is bigger and wilder still.