Stumbling and fumbling and bumbling around.
Not having a clue what to do, not having a clue where I’m going, not having a clue about anything except for the apparent need to do something or else I’m not really alive. For all that, though, it’s still just stumbling and fumbling and bumbling. Anything good or pleasant cannot be appreciated in its fullness because it’s just coming about through the stumbling and fumbling and bumbling. As it comes through it, so it will go because of it.
When the light comes, there’s a greater appreciation as to whether or not all that activity is needed. When the light comes, there’s a chance to at least stop and take in the scenery. Take it in and see goodness in things that you wouldn’t have in the stumbling and fumbling and bumbling.
Of course, there are some who have got quite cosy in the stumbling and fumbling and bumbling. It’s not just all that they’ve known, it’s what they’ve enjoyed and can get so comfortable with it that they are eager to keep that going. Not just for them but for others as well. Which would be fine … if that was all there was to life. But the light has come! Why celebrate the darkness when the light has come?
The challenge then is to focus on the light to lead the way. It illuminates a path that is not always straightforward. It sets the way that is not easy. It is so brilliant, though, that it makes all the sense in the world to dedicate the rest of life to move in the light.
It makes all the sense in the world to ditch the stumbling and fumbling and bumbling. Slips will happen for sure, but at least there’s a light to focus on – a light to lead the way.
(Photo by Nevin Ruttanaboonta on Unsplash)
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
