“The wind was contrary.” Matthew 14:24
Rude and blustering the winds of March often are. Do they not typify the tempestuous seasons of my life? But, indeed, I ought to be glad that I make acquaintance with these seasons. Better it is that the rains descend and the floods come than that I should stay perpetually in the Lotus Land where it seems always afternoon, or in that deep meadowed Valley of Avilion where never wind blows loudly. Storms of temptation appear cruel, but do they not give intenser earnestness to prayer? Do they not compel me to seize the promises with a tighter hand grip? Do they not leave me with a character refined?
Storms of bereavement are keen; but, then, they are one of the Father’s ways of driving me to Himself, that in the secret of His presence His voice may speak to my heart, soft and low. There is a glory of the Master which can be seen only when the wind is contrary and the ship tossed with waves.
“Jesus Christ is no security against storms, but He is perfect security in storms. He has never promised you an easy passage, only a safe landing.” Streams in the Desert
I have a perfectly good explanation for enjoying Hallmark Channel movies—I love a happy ending. The good girl always ends up with the right guy, even though all appearances to the contrary dominate the story line. While there is no plot without conflict, resolution is the greater joy. No matter how gloomy we are at any given moment, something deep inside prompts us to hope life will take a turn for the better. Discord begs for harmony. I don’t know beans from parched coffee about musical theory, but I am relieved when a diminished chord is resolved.
The night before Easter, all creation strained for morning. Scripture proclaims no fairy tale, but narrates conflict on the grandest scale—eternity hangs in the balance of Mount Calvary and a garden tomb. The whole universe groaned for resolution, and shouted triumphantly as the stone rolled back to reveal victory unfurled in an empty shroud. The grave was no place for the Son of God, and death an unfit suitor for our Savior. The resurrection is more than a happy ending; it is perpetual new beginning for every sinner who clings to Grace like a drowning sailor to a lifeboat. Hallelujah! What a Savior!