On Wednesday an angry mob violently stormed the Capitol Building of my country.
What a stark sentence. It doesn’t even seem real: that’s the sort of thing that happens in history or in movies, not in real life. Not in my country. And now we wait, uneasy. Was that a one-time event? A crowd that lost control but has now collectively regained its senses? Or is there more to come? Worse to come? Is this just the beginning? Can we even come back from this, or have we already passed the point of no return? I don’t know. I’m waiting, just like everyone else. And just like everyone else, I want to do something about it. I want to speak up, inject something helpful and useful into the situation. I want to write a stirring blog and bring a word of help or peace or life or something. But God has not given me anything to say.
I have a lot of my own thoughts. I have plenty of (what I’m sure is excellent) advice. But I know that the only thing that can possibly help the situation is God. I know that, no matter how well intentioned I am, no matter how righteously indignant, no matter how certain I am of the moral high ground, whatever I have to say right now is almost certainly going to hurt more than help. There is scripture, of course, but there are many many ways to wrongly apply it, and I don’t want to do that. I know from extensive experience that it’s entirely possible for God to step in at the right moment, with the right word or action and calm the entire storm. He has on multiple occassions entirely changed my perspective, entirely redirected the course of my life with a single thought, a single phrase. I know He has that power and I have no doubt that, at the right time, He will bring it to bear. But that’s His prerogative.
So I’ll keep my mouth shut. And wait. And pray for the healing of America. If and when He gives me something to say, I’ll let you know 😉