It’s been a week – since the election, since I had to try to come up with words for a blog post.  A week is but a time blip for God. We study history, and still come up with mystery. I’m talking about the mystery of faith. It, along with hope, believes all things and endures all things. In a modern era of striving for certainty in all things, we come up spiritually empty. When we worship, the mysterious happens. Substance meets spirit. The Lord’s table embodies this. We are what we eat: the body of Christ. Hungering and thirsting for righteousness, for the living God makes us one. It is the self-giving, the consummation of our Lord’s passion. Searching for God, we find His truth. There is no rock more solid. It is in worship that we find our deepest identity.

The nation’s silence is also the weariness of eighteen months of bitter campaigning, incessant ads, and name-calling from both sides. We now wait (hopefully!) in silence during this in-between time. We all feel the historical significance, mainly because we honestly have no earthly idea what’s going to happen, when, and how. Those who know only earthly kingdoms come to a full, hopeless stop in this regard. Us who know the kingdom of God can trust in God’s silent mystery as we wait with certain hope.

We are happiest, most restful, when we abide in Christ. The world’s turmoil, the news of the day, can never be fully ignored, but it only deserves measured attention, for our soul’s sake. Watching people, observing them, it is fairly easy to tell which world captures them. Don’t just tell yourself you don’t need the negativity; live in the Way, the Truth, and the Life! Believe in the very depth of your being the words and actions that comprise our worship life together! This undefined, immeasurable “in-between” time can conjure either cacophonous noise or reverent silence. Untrustworthy misguidedness or unconditional love.

Pastor Art