Sometimes it just doesn’t seem like enough. Like the chasm is just too great, too wide. The rabbit holes opening into pits of endless darkness.
I think what good there is isn’t enough. Those little slivers, those little sparks, those little strands. They won’t stitch this back together. They won’t keep us warm. They aren’t enough to build anything on.
But this morning what I heard was “A little is all I need”. The Spirit of God doesn’t need more than a speck of faith, of good. Manna from the sky, water from a stone. A few loaves feeding thousands. A little oil and flour lasting through a famine.
The Creator is not limited by human lack.
What these Bible stories have in common is faith that God will do much with little. That God cares and is actively working it out for our good. Belief that God is bigger than the obstacles before us.
This morning, I acknowledged some good I saw in the midst of a heap of bad.
And instantly the Holy Spirit responded.
Lament is holy. Despair is human. Let us resist the voices that tell us it’s too far gone. Let us believe God is bigger than all the failings we are surrounded with. Let us keep our joy, our faith, our peace. Because we can trust God to overcome evil. Because we know he who began a good work in us will be faithful to complete it.
May we sift through the rubble of whatever has crumbled before us and gather the good. Even if all we find is the tiniest grain.
May we then hold it up to the light and let God make much of it.
