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In my ministerial life there are those moments that persons come to me wanting some answers. Sometimes their lives are in such a mess they look at me with help written all over themselves. At such times, I feel helpless. How can I a mere human provide answers to some of life’s most difficult happenings? How can I help someone live in a difficult place? More than once I have sat in my chair feeling the pain of the person speaking and knowing in my heart that mere words are never going to be enough. I secretly pray that my words may bring not only relief but somehow point to some light in their darkness.
Perhaps I should have said Light with a capital L. It has taken me many years to see that God is the only answer to life’s most messy moments. I have found myself looking for answers when I should have been looking at The Answer. I am aware that this may sound like a word game but it is not. When life comes me and I am doubled up in pain, I look upward and ask for strength and wisdom to go on. Life is not about the answers but about The One who is the answer.