Brett Kavanaugh’s seating on the Supreme Court marks a high political victory for moderates and conservatives. It marks, for now, the end of the activist court, a rebalancing of our government – a significant step in stemming the headlong tumble into unrealistic fever dreams of the Left.
And yet this last week has not been one for celebration, it has been one of analysis about how ugly the battle got and for trepidation about what is to come. There seems to be no healing of the wounds of war. Instead there is a hardening of the lines and preparation for the next fight. This last week has been a time of grasping tightly to our souls lest we lose them in the battles yet to be fought.
Darkening my personal mood even further has been significant bouts of a very ugly flu experienced by my wife and I. While so suffering, my mother passed away, a close cousin has been diagnosed and treated for cancer, a friend has fallen and broken both a hip and a shoulder, and a close friend of decades has been in hospital for a month undergoing treatment for newly diagnosed leukemia.
And then Hurricane Michael.
Indeed it has been a bleak time. But into this time came yesterday…
…Yesterday was a baby shower. My wife and I traveled a significant distance. Upon arrival husband and I helped set up prior to disappearing somewhere for beers and football while the ladies did what ladies do at a baby shower. It was a day devoted to celebrating growth, to new life, to things hopeful.
And suddenly times seemed significantly less bleak.
And so I thought of Philippians 4:8
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things
That seems so difficult these days. When I read through this morning it seemed only news of political battles and the destruction wrought by natural disaster. And yet from the destruction will rise new homes, new lives. The sting of the destruction is real, whether it was wrought by weather or political strife, but it is not the end.
My favorite line from “Darkest Hour” occurs in the much maligned train scene, “We will have much need of brick layers soon – business will be looking up.” As Dunkirk was proceeding and the United Kingdom stood on the brink of the greatest war our world has ever known, Winston Churchill found a “silver lining.”
There is a silver lining even now. This Sunday morning, let us all “think about such things.”