What Is The Thread?
Today’s #rethinkAdvent prompt is a poem:
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
William Stafford, from The Way It Is, 1998
And the question is, “What is the thread?”
I’m preaching at a noontime service at First Baptist Highland Avenue on Friday. My text is the 89th Psalm. In it, the Psalmist praises God’s unending love. Then asks the question, “How long, O Lord? Will you hide yourself forever? How long will your wrath burn like fire?” And I totally understand the Psalmist.
I am vacillating between the muck of life and the glory of life. Of course, God loves us and is with us forever. And sometimes God is hidden from us. And we go from one end of the spectrum (Yay!) to the other (Aww!) so quickly, it seems like there’s no in between.
But somehow, the thread is that I still believe. Even when I cannot find the good in the day, I still believe. Even when I cannot feel God’s presence, I still believe. Even when I am sad and hopeless, I still believe.
Help me, God, to not let go of the thread.