“I suspect the most consistent thing about life has to be its inconsistency,” wrote Max Lucado in his classic book, “No Wonder They Call Him the Savior.”
“It’s this eerie inconsistency,” observes Max, “that keeps all of us, to one degree or another, living our lives on the edge of our chairs.”
“Yet, it was in this inconsistency that God had his finest hour. Never did the obscene come so close to the holy as it did on Calvary. Never did the good in the world so intertwine with the bad as it did on the cross”
“God on a cross. Humanity at its worst. Divinity at its best.”
As I contemplate another Friday. Another post. Another reflection on THAT FRIDAY. I’m reminded, by Lucado and life, that not much has changed.
Oh, times have changed. Technology has changed. Transportation has changed. But life is still just as inconsistent today as it was 2,000 years ago. It is filled with ironies. Paradoxes. And instabilities.
Nations have risen. And fallen. Good people are challenged by evil. And sometimes succumb in their weaker moments. Right and wrong co-exist in our world. In the same communities. Sometimes in the same churches. And ironically even in the same hearts.
One moment we are on the mountain top celebrating victory. The next we are down in the valley suffering defeat. One day we rejoice at the birth of a baby. The next day we grieve at the death of a loved one. In an instant joy can turn into sorrow. Gain to loss. Hope to despair. Health to sickness. Acceptance to rejection.
Our best laid plans can, and often do, encounter a snag. Our smooth journey can turn into a bumpy road. And the very ones we counted on being with us, may have left us in the lurch.
We would do well on remember that on Friday’s uncertainty and inconsistency that Jesus experienced the same perplexity. Shouts of “Hosanna” had become cries to “Crucify Him!” Promises were broken. Friends had become foes. Comrades turned into cowards. Religious folks acted ungodly. Truth was turned into a lie. While God, the Father, turned his head, and His Son died at the hands of wicked men.
Yes, life is inconsistent. Unpredictable. Unstable. Ironic. And sometimes unexplainable. At least in human terms.
When we face Friday’s paradoxes, remember Sunday is coming! God has a greater plan. God sees the future when we don’t. And can’t. He can turn defeat into victory. Sadness into gladness. Despair into hope. And death into life.
It’s Friday. But Sunday’s coming!
–Ken Weliever, The Preacherman