The name of my Uncle's church, a Hawaiian fixture for a half century, has always crept up in my thoughts around times like these. Often I would lay not quite asleep wondering if there was truth to the name. If so, when would he be here? Would he show up when I couldn't handle my parents fighting any longer? Possibly his timing might coincide after Dad's weeks long alcoholic binge prompting an emergency call to the fire department. Or maybe he'd swoop down and snatch the knife who's point, pressed again, just hard enough not to penetrate.
Maturity helps to professionalize a concept such as "Judgement Day" Believing that god has a divine plan and will not tolerate those outside of his ordained book of rules, its easy to get caught up in the frenzy of a moment in time. The "Exorcist" ignited an already existing vulnerability bred deep in my soul. Dreams of possession, over and over as a culmination of inescapable guilt seemed to be as opportune time as any for god to have mercy, and show himself then. Nope, not then.
Now, thousands of people, god fearing and not, are so mercilessly swept from their everyday life and pitched into chaos with not so much as a single ill will towards anything or anybody. Crushed as a matter circumstance and geographical misfortune. Is this not the time for a demonstration of benevolence and grace towards the meek and down trodden? Is this not what the term "The Second Coming" is meant to alleviate? Doing your best, treating each other with respect, acknowledging everyones place in life. Doing what you're supposed to do. Damn, where is he?
Demonstrations of another sort are ripping countries apart. Even after the passionate sought after goal has been achieved (ousting a demonic dictator) the chaos ensues, like an out of control shark frenzy. If you can topple the ruler who is a forty one year survivor surely you can exterminate the inappropriate existence of the Christian minority. Mayhem has gripped this world so thoroughly and absolutely today that if now is not the time, then when? Please come, soon!
HOPE, is the conclusion that many sleepless nights have settled on. Not the rescue in the nick of time. Not the cavalry that rides in to save the day. Not even the superhero that fly's in to separate the beast from the beauty. It's the HOPE that you can endure and remain strong in the face of destruction. It's the HOPE that you can find reason when nothing seems to make sense. It's the HOPE that you can morn and move on when there doesn't seem like there is anything left to move on to. I think that's what "Jesus Coming Soon" means, I think!
God help all who are suffering today, let them have HOPE.
Causes Ron McElroy Supports
Surfrider Foundation, LA Mission, World Vision,Green peace, UCSB.