For the last couple of weeks I have been waking up to a powerless home. I have often had to grudgingly get up from my bed- holding on to every thread of pessimistic “hope”- as I waddle across to the light switch. Each click floods a torrent of expected disappointment. If you are one of the lucky chosen few, whose devices are still charged, then perhaps you have noticed the colossal aggravation and tireless rants on the social media frontier. Each tweet and hashtag has thrown an even darker shade on the current darkness that seems to be blanketing our nation (every pun intended). Adjusting to this “norm” has been anything but normal. Our time schedules have morphed around the darkness as our technological world finds ways to navigate itself through this looming inconvenience (thank God for power-banks!). Our struggling adjustment has shown itself in the kicks and screams as our minds frustration voices complaint after complaint. Irrespective of our background and upbringing, something in our core agrees with the societal overview that something is wrong; that something is wrong with our inefficient power; that something is wrong with the long extended periods of blackouts; that something ought to be done.
“…something ought to be done”
“Something ought to be done.” We often hear this heavy mantra when faced with that which threatens our normality; when all that seems to stand along our trajectory serves as a tool for adversary. Often times, with sheer conviction and uncompromising determination, we seek to do something about the wrong that rudely invades our sphere. It is inexplicably easy, without a “shadow” of a doubt, that our electricity problems have placed a dent on our daily musings. It is not something we wish to simply adjust to or accept as our fate. No. Something ought to be done. This darkness is obvious. This darkness is problematic. This darkness is painfully annoying. Yet another darkness exists; one which is not so obvious; one which seeps in as a trickle through a hole; one which is hardly ever felt.
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.”
It is easy to spot “something wrong” when the grid of normality takes a sudden left turn (key word being sudden). It is easy to spot the problem of darkness when hours of electricity boil down to an instant of darkness. It is easy to spot the spot on a perfectly white canvass. Yet, ironic as it may be, it has never been easy to spot the devil in a perfectly dark world. He often comes as an angel of light seducing our senses to his normality. He often brings his darkness in little sizable nuggets leaving us full of emptiness. He often makes his darkness appear as light before our eyes. A man once said that “it is not the turbulent current we should fear for it is easy to spot. What we ought to fear is the calm river.” Each day brings new rationales and explanations behind the evils that plague us. Each day brings a new defense as to why a day old embryo does not embody life. Each day brings a different shade of darkness counterfeiting itself as light. Yet, in a world of blindness were racial conflict, sexual distortion and hate are at its peak is the Father of Lights in whom there is no shifting of shadows (He changes not). Gods grid of normality challenges our grid of thinking beaming His ultimate light on what we deem as good and acceptable. His truth shatters the concrete hardness of our hearts as we surrender to His paradigm shift where His shadow shifts not. What if we passionately called out the budding darkness as we do the few hours of load shedding? What if we identified the pillars that cradle the lies that present themselves as light? What if we discerned the real darkness with such assuredness and zeal?
“…walk as children of Light… do not participate in the unfruitful deeds of darkness, but instead even expose them.”- Ephesians 5:7b,11
At His Feet…