The globe is pretty (I think). The world is ugly.
The earth is beautiful. The world, beneath its mask, is hideous…
And growing worse. At least it seems so to me…
And “the world is too much with us” — with us who ought to be without it, within.
It weighed heavy on me last evening. I read too much news, heard too much nasty, learned about too much tragedy of depravity, and it was all a fearsome thing too close to home. Almost overwhelming.
But then, I’d also neglected my prayer times, my morning psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, my own immersion in God’s good Word.
So I played catch-up by night. And grace got me back on track—then, and also this morning. In the songs, and in the psalms, and in the Light that shows me light I found myself back again on the sweet ascending path, path of purity and peace, path of freedom from the world it helps us navigate around, amid its poison, without getting interlaced with it.
We can’t pretend it isn’t there, the world and its growing ugliness. We must not! But we can rise above it, when we walk in Him.
Thanks be to God, in Whom all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge are found. Thanks to the Prince of Peace, in Whom is peace the world can’t even clue in on. Thanks be to Him, the Fount of every blessing.
Thank You, Lord, Immanuel, God with us. Even in this world…
All my springs are in Thee.