🕯 When the word feels dark

There are days when faith doesn’t feel peaceful. It feels like standing in a storm with your hands open, asking God to hold what you can’t carry. Today is one of those days.

I look at the world and I feel fear. I feel anger at corruption, at injustice, at the harm done to innocent people. Not anger at God — never that — but anger at what humans do when they forget they were made in His image.

And yet, even in this unrest, something quiet remains. A small truth that refuses to die:  

God is not shaken by what shakes us. God is not corrupted by what corrupts the world. God is still God.

So today, instead of pretending I have peace, I offer Him my unrest.  

Instead of pretending I am calm, I offer Him my trembling.  

Instead of pretending I am strong, I offer Him my fear.

Because faith is not the absence of fear — it is bringing our fear to the One who can hold it.

And maybe that is enough for today.  

Maybe that is the sermon:  

When the world feels dark, stay close to the One who is still light. 🕯🤍