Writing today with the Five Minute Friday community for a spontaneous few minutes on the word "panic," let's go...
I have to face it, there's been a lot of panic to go around today. Waking up this morning I was faced with news alerts and private messages about attacks in the Middle East. I felt a knot in my stomach. Not the way I like to wake up in the morning for sure. I thought of friends I know out there, and I thought of biblical prophecy. We know the end from the beginning as the Holy Book says. Yet we watch and sometimes murmur, yet all this war and all these unrest's happening around people I know and care about. It's tough!
And then of course, I felt panic watching South Africa playing cricket in the WTC championship final. Panic. Desire. Hope. Prayer. Yet panic in the face of the unknown. It's all real. It exists in its different forms when we watch sport, cheer on our team and hope they win. Another form exists when we watch our friends bunker down in areas of airstrikes. It's hard to be human with it all sometimes.
Yet there is the hope that tomorrow will be a good day. A day of victory and goodness. A day where hope is finally realised in lifting that cricket trophy, and hope in hearing that right has triumphed over wrong and victory comes to the righteous. The Bible promises such a victory, a righteous one. And hope against hope, we wait for the expected good...
Stop!
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