Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Fire and Rage

“Never fear, for I am always with you; I am your God." ~ Isaiah 41:10
In the summer of his 7th year, the home Chase had grown up in burned to the ground in the middle of the night.  Luckily everyone escaped … in nothing but their pajamas.
They returned the next morning to find their home resembled something out of a horror movie; twisted plastic and burnt ashes, nothing had escaped the inferno.  The charred remains of their house stood hollow as the soul of a skeleton.
It had been so alive, so vibrant.  Inside had been a place of love and security, a place with memories and warmth.  Gone were his favorite books, his baseball glove (and the trophy from last season), even his laptop.
He sucked at air that’d almost become too difficult to breathe.  He wanted to smash something – but there was nothing left to break.  Normally in times of stress, he’d jam in his earbuds and drown everything out.  Instead he went straight at Mom; kicking and pummeling.
Finally he screamed!  It had a primal intensity that told of urgency and desperation; the raw sound of a child in emotional pain.  When his Dad tried consoling him, Chase fell to the ground crying, pleading with God to help his family.
He looked up to see tears in Dad’s eyes too.  “It’s OK buddy,” he said in a reassuring voice.  “Even though we’re sad, things will get better.  We’ll get through this together.”
Chase stood up and turned to face a gathering crowd.
But these weren’t gawkers … but the faces of friends, church members, and a community who arrived with support to help them get back on their feet.  A neighbor offered the use of an empty rental house they owned a few blocks over for “as long as they needed.”
While their home still smoldered, a local business was established as a drop-off spot for donations.  Dad received checks and cash right there on the spot.  Neighbors they barely knew, offered furniture, clothes, and even toys and books for the children.  Over the weeks that followed, others called, sent care packages and wrote loving cards and emails.
Meanwhile Dad had returned to blackened wreckage to see what he could salvage.  The only thing he found was Mom’s wedding rings.  The plastic case she’d put them in that night had melted around them and shielded them from the flames.
It took Chase a while but he finally understood that God had answered his prayer.  He’d watched over and helped his family through the loving hearts of those around them.  God revealed that when you have nothing left but love … you see that love is enough.
Friends, may you always have “Enough” for all the days of your life.
Thank You Lord, for the many people I’ve met on this life’s journey.  Some of them inspire, me stretch me, challenge me, love me and encourage me.  They all help me to realize how meaningful and wonderful my life is.  Please grant their prayers too.   Amen