Who Runs This Motha—?

Reading Isaiah 8 paints a vivid image of the vulnerability by which the modern world is plagued. The National state of emergency in Egypt is painful to watch as this type of social collapse can happen anywhere (especially America, the new Babylon) regardless of faith, partisanship, or social/financial stature. We are all vulnerable as humans. This is an even more dangerous reality in a nation that is running a system on all cylinders that sees fit to place God in a restrictive box. The media and political analysts are asking, “What should America Do?” We need to seek God and reintegrate him into the fabric of society as a focal point. The spirit of love is the only thing that can drown out the fires burning across the globe.

In the wake of disaster and judgment we should wait on God in the context of patience as well as service and attention. When you search for solutions or compromise in the realm of the flesh to be your relief, it will always backfire. An example if this is a modest, yet sufficient river being your water supply. This supply is a blessing because it is not overwhelming but is enough to sustain life. When God’s blessings and sustenance are not enough to satisfy us He will give us more, but it won’t be for the sake of appeasement. Instead it will be strong, forceful, and sometimes overwhelming with shock in aims of teaching gratitude for the little things. One can look to sum this up with the adage “Less is sometimes more”.

When we see trials before us, our reflex as humans is to focus on the impact of what has been sent our way. We should not fear the judgment being passed, or even how it’s the result of our foolishness, but we should fear God. By fear I mean concern for our standing with God instead of the trail. When you lose sight of God in the eye of a storm you run the risk of inviting the enemy to consume the heart with darkness and sorrow. Do not seek comfort in things worldly in nature because they are not sufficient by any means. Often we see in retrospect that we ignorantly have settled into the bosom of our own demise.