Night is falling and the power is off, but I can draft a blog post as long as the computer battery holds up. And last week the water was off for a couple of days . At times like these I give thanks for things I normally take for granted, including also Internet, food, air, health, freedom, and the list goes on.
I can manage without some of these things for a short time, especially when it’s temporary. I’ve been very blessed to have lived in security and freedom, unlike so many who see no end to daily suffering from physical pain, deprivation, or oppression.
But—here’s the part I hate to think about, much less put in writing—how will I handle it if the time comes when it’s me in that position? Jesus warned us of coming suffering and persecution, and why should I be exempt? When that time comes, will I fall apart, or will I live in calm trust in the One who controls all? The words of this song challenge me:
Am I a soldier of the cross, a follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own his cause or blush to speak His name?
Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease
While others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?
Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord.
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, supported by Thy word.