By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung our harps. For there our captors demanded of us songs, and our tormentors mirth, saying, “sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
Every serious Christian must at some point deal with the nature and purpose of suffering. And it’s not easy. When you are looking down at the sheet that says Leukemia, you need to know how God is looking at that same sheet, or things get real bleak real quick.
The moment the wave hits is the wrong moment to be finding secure footing. So this month we stand on the shoulders of those who have gone before us, learning how to weather the storm.
And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.
Loss is a universal constant. Storms will come. The Bible makes no attempt to hide this or diminish it in a way that doesn’t pay full respect to very real difficulties of life. But this month we see Jesus—the Rock upon which we base all of our hopes—underpinning the faith of the Apostles, strengthening their footing despite the high tide.