Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words. And God, who searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit[c] intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. – Romans 8:26-27
If you follow the news at all, or if you’re even vaguely awake, it’s impossible to miss the noise and the angst surrounding and emanating from last week’s mass murder at a Florida school. It’s like the incessant sound of a major problem in an engine; you know something’s wrong, something’s broken, but you keep chugging along hoping it will go away. At the same time you know it’s not going away, it’s just that the people responsible are not yet willing to bear the cost.
So I’m looking for some serenity today. Not to avoid the important conversations but to replenish my spirit. It’s not really winter here any longer, but – other than a few daffodils and a hint of early budding in some trees – it’s not spring either. We’re in a kind of transition, waiting for the trees to blossom and something beautiful to happen.
Sometimes, however, it’s exactly that sense of “in-between” that makes things beautiful, and that’s what happened a couple of days ago when my early morning walk was shrouded in mist. It takes the juxtaposition of warm and cool to create conditions like this, and it reminded me that I don’t always have to be in picture-postcard scenes for my spirit to be nurtured and my soul replenished.
So take pause today, take a long deep breath, let the anger and the disappointment and the sadness be redirected for this moment, and invite the good news and the promise of light and grace to wash over you and bring you hope.
I’m not suggesting we pretend nothing is wrong, but – instead – to marshal the appropriate resources for the fray. Nothing is going to change outside of spiritual transformation and the constant reshaping of daily discipleship. Darkness will never recede until it is replaced by light. There is no other way forward other than to follow Jesus.
In love, and – always – because of love – DEREK
Derek has published seven books in the past decade (you can find them at https://www.amazon.com/Derek-Maul/e/B001JS9WC4), and there’s always something new in the works.
Before becoming a full-time writer, Derek taught public school in Florida for eighteen years, including cutting-edge work with autistic children. He holds bachelor’s degrees in psychology and education from Stetson University and the University of West Florida.
Derek is active in teaching at his church: adult Sunday school, and a men’s Bible study/spiritual formation group. He enjoys the outdoors, traveling, photography, reading, cooking, playing guitar, and golf.