As many of you know St. Louis is presently sitting on a powder keg. After the killing of Michael Brown, Aug. 9, 2014, by Officer Darren Wilson, people are taking to the streets expressing their anger in growing numbers. While this happens many in the church are praying for peace in their neighborhoods, not understanding that something much greater is needed and that is repentance resulting in justice.
The fact is there can be no peace without justice and there can be no justice without repentance. For that reason Jesus said over and over, “repent for the Kingdom of God is at hand.” Repentance is a powerful theme throughout the Bible. It is not just about the admitting of wrongdoing but also committing to making changes that prevent further harm.
The Scriptures are filled with cries of the suffering, who are the disturbing voices in our affluent society. If we truly listen, these sounds of suffering can break through our walls of indifference enabling us to become the salt and light that Scripture speaks of. As discomforting as it may be…
The sun had just set, and darkness was spreading itself across the horizon as I approached the southern part of Dallas on highway 35. Suddenly, as if scattered by some truck weaving from lane to lane, large concrete blocks appeared on the highway. They looked like they were 2 ½ feet high and 2 feet wide. Although I swerved to avoid those in my immediate lane I knew impact had been made but was not aware to what extent.
As I moved down the highway I witnessed numerous disabled vehicles on the side of the road with their drivers standing outside their cars examining them. Finally, after driving approximately fifteen miles, I pulled into a service station where I examined my own vehicle. It was then that I noticed that a large plastic piece under the front bumper had been torn loose. Since it was a Sunday evening with no repair shops open all I could do was shove the detached piece back into place and continue on my journey throughout the night. Once I made it back to Missouri that piece was dragging to the point I had to remove it.
What I had encountered defied all human logic. My little car sits only six to eight inches off the ground. It was like the Hand of God, or a dozen angels, had literally lifted my car and myself up and over this obstacle with just the front belly of the car scraping the concrete block.
During the past week as I have encountered unexpected obstacles scattered across the highway of life, I have often thought about this experience on highway 35. When it looked like a crash was certain it was so easy just to panic or radically turn to miss the obstacle or problem to the extent I crashed into someone by saying or doing something I shouldn’t have.
It is for that reason I couldn’t afford to just read II Timothy 1:7…