I have been thinking quite often of the classic I read in high school, A Tale of Two cities. Our world today often feels that way. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
People are lonely and forced wrestle with things they've pushed away
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
some people are growing stronger in this pandemic, some people are going crazy.
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
more people are longing for the father and his glory but at the same time there's a level of caring for one another and a level of self righteousness.
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
He is light and is with us wherever we are,there is a real darkness trying to win over
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
while friendships and hearts are blooming, we're all being robbed of something.
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
people are beginning to realize that consumerism is readily before us, but how much of it do we really need.
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way
he came to bring a little bit of heaven to earth and into our hearts, yet it is our choice the devil still roams this earth till he returns again.
– in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
good and evil have become relative and while the virus cares little who it targets the fact that humans still do not have equal rights with one another and put themselves at war with one another.
There's nothing new under the sun. The Father knows this and he grieves with us and for us. But what if this is what it takes to see a world transformed. A virus that we couldn't stop, only He can. May his power be known and seen in this. May we realize that we are mere man and that there is a God who loves us much among our difficulties.
Peace be with you my friends.
