I was called and told to put on the news. There were Trump supporters attacking the capitol. I watched. I was working from home and it was hard to wrap my overwhelmed head over the matter. My friend was telling me of a state trooper that passed away from covid and someone very dear to me has been developing complications because of covid. My friend's mother is struggling with the affects of covid. So, the first thing I noticed was the lack of masks being used to add insult to injury. Maybe this is a coping strategy. I slowed everything down in my mind to focus on the one thing that I can comment on. This was not good.
I looked at the screen and asked myself what I was looking at as they climbed the stairs to the capitol. I had work to do but I could only take a moment. Later I watched the recaps of the stories to get a better idea of all that had transpired. The protesters reminded me of zombies as they attempted to storm the building. It is the zombie apocalypse.
I am the kind of person that wants to believe that there is good in everyone. This situation is hard. Those are people out there. People who are wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. These people are not evil like I'm tempted to paint them right now. I think back on Trump in the movie, are we really fighting flesh? Ephesians 6:10-13 says:
"Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand."
Maybe this is more than just mere mortals making decisions. So... what do we do? I found the answer in verse 18: "praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints--"
I was going to write about something else. I had half the post down when I knew that I couldn't write that post. I open my mouth, "God..." How to pray. I don't know. I try again, "God..." What does this remind me of? Romans 8:26: "Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words."
In my mind there are a hundred things that I am praying for and don't have words for. They run in my head like a feed. They are as disjointed and varied as the feeds on my Facebook or Instagram. Each thought is colored with emotions almost too big to carry. I take not just the political unrest but all of the unrest that I have been living with and I transfer it all to a God who can deal with it all. I picture it all as a file transfer. I upload it up into my heart and I send it to Him who is far more capable to handle that kind of data. This world was up on a wall and this world has had a big fall. It will take an omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent God to hold us back together again, until He returns. I will pray. In the very least I will come to God, open my mouth and hope that He can see my prayer feed. I will wait for Him because while cameos from megalomaniacs can look harmless, I will put my trust in God. Praise the Lord!