Racing Thought

Rain, rain drops. Tat-Tat-Tat from the sky to the ground. Each drop its own, each drop part of the storm. One-two-three, how long can I count the falling?
Life, life springs. Inching up from the ground inch by inch, by inch. Green, Red, Orange, Yellow, and Blue each new sprout unique. Each sprout a part of the field.
Ants, ants crawl. Going to and frow and doing work. Each ant with a job to do, a task to perform. Each ant his own. Each ant part of the colony.
Neda, Neda…lying in shock on the ground. Hands trying to stop the bleeding. One bullet deep in your chest. So much life, so much vigor, so much potential. You came to seek justice, but you- Neda- did not find it. Eyes rolling back into your head- what are you looking at Neda? What do you see? Blood erupts from your nose, your mouth. Your cVs is covered, your heart forgets to beat.
What is the purpose, the meaning, in this? Where does the soul of the unjust dwell?
Andrew holds the controller firmly in his hand. His thumbs pressing buttons as radidly as he can. This is the moment he has waited all day for. Time alone. Time in front of the light. If he can simply slay this dragon and collect all of its coins- he will reach a level in life he has only dreamed about.
The mountain rises up steeply from the plains: snow capped and majestic. It slopes down gradually on the other side, only to be met at the bottom by yet another rising peak. These mountains go on for miles, and once you cross their icy terrain, the land gives way to desert: dry, mild, barren.
Follow the desert mile after mile and decend into the throat of the earth down a canyon and into a cave.
Follow the river that’s flows out of the cave and through the canyon until it reaches the sea: plummiting into the deepness and darkness of trenches never seen by man. There you will find life persivering in ways you could never imagine.
Jambe is hungry, he hasn’t eaten in 3 days. All he has to drink comes from the small pool of water that he is washing his only pair of pants in.
Alex is worried. He has lost 1 million dollars in the stock market, and now only has 78 million dollars to retire with. He now thinks twice about purchasing the 3 million dollar yacht. “What’s the world come to?”, he asks the sky.
Sarah sits alone on her squeaky bed breast feeding her only child. The father is gone. She has burnt too many bridges to go home. She has to be at work in 3 hours. She might not sleep tonight and she is nervous about leaving her baby with the new sitter, but she has to go to work- she needs the money.
Tick-tick-tick. The second hand advances. For some the second comes too slowly. For others, life is passing far too fast. Wake, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat. The tide comes in, the tide goes out. The world spins. The geese fly South. Leaves grow, leaves fall. Rythm- Cycle- Routine- Rest.
Where is the rest? Where is the justice?
Solomon declared that life was meaningless. I disagree. I find meaning, love, compassion, grace, and hope in the peaks, in the valleys, in the sea, in the rain, in times of plenty, in times of not. The suffering and the joy is not in vain.
I walk through this cycle we call life seeking to give, to redeem, and- I guess- to get a little too.
One life, one chance, one god, one way—so many opportunities. Live life. Find what you’re looking for in the details. Seek to save that which was lost and to bring compassion where there is none.
Come quickly Lord Jesus.