The search for peace amid these storms.
How can we find peace in the midst of any storm? Hide in a strong, safe, refuge, springs to mind, but what if we must go out into the storm, perhaps to find our way or to rescue a loved one? Perhaps we feel called to venture out into the maelstrom to guide others to safety, perhaps it is our job. Suppose we didn’t see the storm coming and were taken unawares? The answer is, hold onto (or shelter beneath) something stronger than you, something that cannot be moved. Put your hand into the hand of God.
Having lived many years in the tropics, I know something about storms, typhoons, and hurricanes. I know their dangers. Anything not tied down can become a hazard, trees smash cars and buildings, road signs become deadly weapons. I know also, though tumultuous winds surround, in the eye of the storm there is peace.
It’s not usually the wind in itself that is deadly, but rather the things it acts on, the flying/falling objects. With the wind comes water, flooding and, at its most deadly, mudslides which can bury a whole village in a matter of minutes.
I see so many parallels in the “storm” besetting the world right now. The virus, like a mighty wind, sweeps the nations, but that is not the greatest danger. Like the wind, of itself it accounts for very few mortalities in the grand scheme of things. It is the things it is affecting wherein lie the true danger. Guideposts, meant to show us the way, too ridged to bend with the wind, become spears and javelins. Ancient oaks, monuments to time honoured history, become unrooted and fall on vehicles intended to convey us to safety. More and more mud is loosened by the relentless deluge of lies, slander, accusations and general mudslinging, till finally it cascades down enveloping all beneath.
It is time to grasp the hand of God and let Him lead us safely through the tumult to the eye of the storm, where we can find inner peace though chaos reigns about us.