We need good stories, stories of courage and generosity and unexpected kindness. In this dark world, we need to share stories of endurance and empathy and reconciliation–not to falsify reality, to romanticize the present or expect fairytale endings here, but to remind us that there is some good still, some glimmer of light to warm our hearts.
Bubblewrapping ourselves with comfortable lifestyles to avoid this broken world may bring picket-fence peace, but is not living by faith. Faith is never a denial of the bad. The very reason we are called to live in hope is that our present is rife with heartbreak. The tintinnabulations of good that we catch are echos of a future yet to be. So we tell those little stories of good to recall our coming deliverance, to remind ourselves that the infinite and eternal glory of God that surrounds this dark closet of our earthly days is the far greater reality, though it only reaches us through the cracks of our prison. Those glints of good we share with one another makes our suffering more endurable though it may not lighten our present pain.
So come let us sing to one another in the dark and encourage our hearts with hope of redemption. God is good, and one day we will see it and feel it and breathe it, but until then let us cheer ourselves with the little sparkles of good that we daily encounter.
Of the many heart-warming stories out there, here is a good one.
Good word today! Thanks