Stop DiggingSometimes life is hard. Like the prisoner in Dumas’ The Count of Monte’ Cristo, we are busy digging, only to find that all along we’ve been digging in the wrong direction. We turn around, and start to dig somewhere else. Day after day we push and pull the cold dark dirt. Before long, we find ourselves doubting we’ll ever see daylight again. With sore backs and calloused knees we come to a breaking point. Unfortunately, it’s not a breaking of the ground we’ve reached, but rather a breaking of the spirit. Sitting there curled up, crying ourselves into another restless night of sleep, tears streaming down our dingy faces, making a mud that dries hard. We realize that today isn’t any different than the past forty days. What makes today so much worse? It isn’t that we have lost our health. It isn’t that we have lost our sanity, but it is that we have lost our hope. Hope is what makes the difference between a good day and a bad day. It seems that every day we turn on the news, there is more to be worried about, more to be afraid of. It’s almost as if the moment we start digging out of one problem, another arises. I believe this is an attack on our hope. What good are a hopeless people? Let us see these things for what they really are. Let us see that the dirt is still just dirt, and that when we put our hands to it, it moves. When we pour water on it, it washes away. The dirt, though it may delay our arrival, will never keep us from reaching our destination. The only thing that will keep us here, rather than there, is when we make the choice to stop digging. We must be persistent. We must press on. We must pray, and hold tightly to our hope. He is our hope. He is our peace. He is. Proverbs 13:12 Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life. |
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