Not so black and white after all…

There have been moments usually late at night during this lockdown where I have been wrestling with the messiness of the world and also the lives of those closer to home as well as my own messiness and struggles…

I look at the government we have here in the UK and one across the pond and despair.  
I think about the climate change needs that we have known about for decades but have still done so little about.

I wonder at why so many countries and people groups that are still operating with the false belief that they are right and their ‘enemy’ is wrong – causing the horrendous sufferings of war, genocide and torture.

I struggle with the knowledge that so many are poor or sick, depressed or starving and we still cannot seem to work together to solve these basic problems.

So I have been finding my way through the messiness to discover what my role in all this is…

Yes I want to be part of the solution in this messy world we live in not part of the problem... 

I want to be involved in a solution to climate change and be with Greta shaking people out of their stupor (including myself) warning folk to panic because the house is on fire... 

I want to stand with the black men and women of America and other countries including my own to challenge the status quo and the intolerable way our fellow human beings are still being treated.

I want to challenge the political forces at work in this country and others where power hungry leaders get away with ignoring the plight of the poor, with corruption, lies and more.

I want to have the courage that Jesus had in the garden of Gethsemane to pray and face the messy struggle ahead. He didn't pray please help me God get through the next few hours 'cos I know I will get resurrected in the end. No, he had to have deep hope, that even when there were no easy answers and all that lay ahead was unbelievable pain, suffering and the unknown, he could still say, not my will but yours... 

All I know is that Jesus in those hours of despair in the dead of night when his emotions were all over the place, got down on his knees and prayed. He knew where his courage and comfort would come.

So I do that too. I remember also the words of the song My Lighthouse.
“In my wrestling and in my doubt, 
In my failures you won't walk out. 
Your great love will see me through, 

You are the peace in my troubled sea.”

I pray that you and I will all know how to act to bring about... 

"Thy kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven.”

Wrestle and pray with me, please.