I’ve been thinking. People are a lot alike. Maybe more alike than we are different.
Most of us like eating chocolate ice cream right out of the container, right? But the similarities go deeper. When you were little, did you draw those little pictures of people with big head-bodies and long stick limbs? How did I know, huh? Do you ever think you’d like to be a superhero so you could save people’s kids and find your lost keys and stuff?
Me too. Just think of the implications.
We write stories about all this stuff and other people wonder how we knew all about them. We even know some dark, nasty things about them too. If we’re honest.
I wonder why we all have so much in common. And we’re even alike in this, wondering.
Everyone needs faith to survive. And yet we’ve all read books that don’t seem to require much. We all want to believe it’s God’s will that no one should die without him. And yet we all struggle to understand how we are to be a poem of his to others.
We’ve all been told, at some point or another to sit down, stop rocking the boat. We’ve all been told to stop being so negative. We’ve all thought about how much easier it would be to just sit down and be quiet.
“Many people saw the miraculous signs he was doing and believed in his name. But Jesus would not entrust himself to them, for he knew all men. He did not need man’s testimony about man, for he knew what was in a man.”
Maybe we are all alike because we’re made from the same stuff, by the same artist, for the same purpose. And maybe we all struggle with the same darkness inside, the same fears about facing it and about seeing it reflected in others.
But if this is true, then those in the dark right now are just like you and me. Their hopes and fears, their loves and losses. They’re the same. And what we think separates us–our faith–is the same faith that keeps them going every day. So maybe they don’t know yet where it comes from, how to share it, what it’s really for. Maybe we think we "found" faith, when really we only found its purpose. The only real difference between then and now, between there and here, is that single connection they’re waiting to make.
We think we’re so different from each other. But we need to look around, see what’s really going on. He’s here, but he’s also there, in the most unlikely places. And through you, maybe more will finally notice that there’s no place too dark to be redeemed.
Do you believe there is no place in human existence God can’t redeem?
As a writer, are you his ambassador?
Think of the implications.