Why?
Because it happens every day without fail. Yet it lights up the entire land with its fierce, captivating fire every day, as if it was the last every time.
I saw this, in the hyperordinary act of walking out of my office. One of my rare early clock-outs, of course.
The burning watercolour of red, orange, yellow ebbs as the light scorches the horizon. It almost burns your retinas just looking at it, but not quite.
But enough to burn something deep in your heart.
That if God could create a new sunset every day's end, and a new sunrise every morning, what couldn't He do?
Everything may be in a one lumpy mess, all gooey and grey and black and hideous. Hate, deceit, anger, disappointment, all that leaving and quitting and giant mountains that you must climb; and fall, dust off your bleedin' knees, and climb again - the sun rises, and the sun sets.
And everything, new the next morning.
No, your problems don't go away. Just like cancer, Aids, and bad governments don't go away. But yet, the morning is new.
So is the enduring love of God. New, every morning.
He will see YMM through anything, because the church is His, the Church is Him.
Even if I'm unsure of anything else, of that I'm certain.
