It’s Not Dark Yet, But It’s Getting There
I’m hopeful, in general. Really.
But there are moments when I look around and just shake my head. Just shake my head.
You know what I am talking about.
Public issues, private trials. National matters, local concerns. Collective and personal things. Things I wish I could change in others. Things I wish I could change in myself. Disappointments, frustrations, inconveniences, unfixables. Callousness, cynicism, sarcasm, irony, selfishness, snarkiness, dishonesty, anger, vengeance. It all runs rampant under the watchful (and gleeful) eyes of the Prince of this World.
Oh, I know the Holy Spirit is here. I believe that Christ’s mercy can shine through inky darkness. And I trust that God will prevail.
I do.
But the devil is trying to make a run at it.
Tonight, Bob Dylan captures my mood,
Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay PareeI’ve followed the river and I got to the seaI’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of liesI ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyesSometimes my burden seems more than I can bearIt’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.
Who will light a candle in this darkness?
Will you?
The time is now.
For me. And for you.
(I am hopeful. Honestly)
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.
