A Dark Day

“This is what the LORD says— your Redeemer, who formed you in the womb: I am the LORD, the Maker of all things, who stretches out the heavens, who spreads out the earth by myself, who foils the signs of false prophets and makes fools of diviners, who overthrows the learning of the wise and turns it into nonsense, who carries out the words of his servants and fulfills the predictions of his messengers, who says of Jerusalem, ‘It shall be inhabited,’ of the towns of Judah, ‘They shall be rebuilt,’ and of their ruins, ‘I will restore them,’ who says to the watery deep, ‘Be dry, and I will dry up your streams,’ who says of Cyrus, ‘He is my shepherd and will accomplish all that I please; he will say of Jerusalem, “Let it be rebuilt,” and of the temple, “Let its foundations be laid.” ’   Isaiah 44:24-28

today was a dark day;

rainy and cloudy,

windy and cold;

gloomy and sinister;

it felt like there was

something I needed to do,

but I didn’t know what,

sometimes it feels

as though this is the

story of my life;

dark days and

not knowing what

to do;

I saw a specialist yesterday

about my herniated disk,

he suggested trying a nerve block,

he doesn’t know if it will work,

but it beats the alternatives,

so I’m going to go with it;

I watched a show about Hitler

on the military channel,

it was about his rise to power,

and the extraordinary events

that made it happen,

it almost seemed supernatural,

which is exactly what it was;

monsters like him

only exist because God allows it;

while watching the thought occurred

that perhaps his whole purpose

was to put the Jewish people

through a great refining trial,

a test,

before being allowed

to return to their ancient homeland,

it made me wonder if perhaps

the whole purpose of America

becoming a nation,

almost 200 years earlier,

was to make it possible

for Hitler’s eventual defeat

and pave the way

for God’s chosen people

to return to their promised land,

just like perhaps,

the purpose of the Roman Empire

was to create the circumstances

through which a 700 year old prophecy,

that the Messiah would die on a tree,

could be fulfilled,

and that the news of His resurrection,

could be spread through the known world of the time,

by the technology of Roman roads

and transportation systems;

perhaps;

although I’m sure,

scholars and experts,

much wiser than I,

would laugh at such a notion,

but then it wouldn’t be

the first time

God has used seemingly

unrelated and unimaginable plans

to confound the wise and knowledgeable;

would it?

who would have thought

a rag-tag band of uneducated,

fishermen and peasants,

would confound and confuse

the wise men of their day,

witnessing and testifying

to the greatest event

in the history of mankind?

who could have imagined it?

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