“Eventually that entire generation died and was buried. Then another generation grew up that didn’t know anything of God or the work he had done for Israel.” Judges 2:10 (The Message Bible)
I find it amazing that Christianity, or any other religion, continues to be strong in our world today. Sinful ways may have its origin in the Garden of Eden, but it remains evident in our own backyards today. Often when times get tough, we retreat to our own way of handling a crisis and forget about our faith roots.
I’ve watched news clips on TV of families whose homes were destroyed by a tornado. It breaks my heart to see people wonder around the heap of splintered wood, mangled furniture, or tree branches stabbed through walls, looking for remnants of their past—a picture, a Bible, or in some cases, family members or neighbors who haven’t been accounted for. I want to go to them and say, “God is with you and will take care of you.” However, I know that the last thing I’d want to hear during a time of crisis is someone preaching the Gospel. I’d want someone with a shovel and strength to come alongside and give me a hand or a shoulder on which to cry.
Lord, help me to be your arms and legs when someone needs a helping hand. Amen.