“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” So opens Dickens’ famous novel, A Tale of Two Cities.
Lately I find my days opening with one or the other description. No, I’m not going through contradicting circumstances; certainly not a revolution. My life consists of the daily duties of homemaker and Teacher-Mom and, for a few sparse hours a week, a writer.
Some days open with “the best of times.” Everything and everyone is cast in this congenial glow and most everything looks possible and positive. These days it’s easy to think the best of everything and everyone, and my heart swells to know how I can do each person a good turn.
–I confess, depending how I slept, how much I’ve been affirmed, or how much I compared with others, and how much time I’ve invested in my relationship with my Heavenly Father–
…other days everything and everyone is cast in dark, irksome shadows. And sadly, critical opinions and hopeless thoughts churn in my mind and mood until my own sharp words and tones jolt me into the realization that I am in “the worst of times.”
So much of life is perspective; how I view people, how I view the times.
Hebrews talks about “sundry times” during which God spoke to the people through the prophets. The very next line talks about the present times and how “in these last days” God has spoken to us by His Son, the Word.
God loved us enough to send His Son, Emmanuel God with us, to face the worst of times on the cross to purge our sins. The manger and the cross and the empty tomb signify the best of times for us–times of hope and victory.
Through Christ I can navigate the times by seeing people and circumstances through His perspective, through His hope, through His love. And instead of allowing my emotions to pilot my day, I can choose the course of prayer!
God, who at sundry times…spoke by the prophets, hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son… when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high. Hebrews 1:1-3