Tired, weary, apathetic, unmoved, deadened.
If I had a cardboard sign hanging around my neck, the above adjectives would not be my choice of scribbles defining me.
However, I find myself tired of people's inability to see truth, apathetic toward those who won't help themselves, unmoved by tales of hope that should widen child-like eyes in wonder, and deadened at the never-ending reporting of horror, death, disease, and destruction.
Anyone with me?
Yet, I'm a woman of faith. Deep, abiding faith I refuse to release no matter how big the wave or how deep the sinkhole.
Faith-complete trust or confidence in God.
God, the Creator.
God, the Unseen Father.
God, Omnipotent and Omnipresent.
How do people of faith guard themselves against shrugging their shoulders and rolling their eyes through life? Hope. Hope is our lifejacket in a sea of jadedness.
Hebrews 11:1 states, "Now faith is assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen."
Shift your eyes from the temporal carnage to the glorious eternal perspective.
My husband and I enjoy certain television series about war. Though not a fan of the blood and gore, I am a fan of the stories accompanying the soldiers that gave their lives for my freedom. I want to remember, place the events in historical context, and truly appreciate the sacrifice. One of our favorites is A Band of Brothers. One scene in particular has always moved me beyond words. It's called the "hope quote" scene.
"You hid in that ditch because you think there's still hope. But Blythe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead."
Without Christ, we are the walking dead. And when we recognize our state of being and reach out for hope, we can show compassion, mercy, grace in the face of the tired, weary, apathetic, unmoved—dead. Read the gospels. Read the gospels in the context of culture and history. Jesus personified joy and hope during his ministry. His soul was burdened for His creation, so much so He left heaven to breach the gap and to offer hope. Humanity gave Jesus every excuse to write us off. Yet—He didn't. And praise God for that. He praised the children for their faith, He forged friendships with the disciples, He healed, He laughed, He wept, and He acted with extreme conviction. On our behalf.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.