I was told that the potholes in the roads round our house,
at one point, are so deep that ancient cobbles have been revealed. An old Roman
road, or a medieval track, still intact beneath the crumbling asphalt of modern
technology.
Our midday walk came at a time when roadbuilders had
completed just half the task, finally patching some of the many cracks and crevices
in the surfacing. What a half-baked job, we complained. Why didn’t they fill
them all in? One of us took a picture to send along with a further complaint to
the council.
Fortunately, before that email was sent, we saw the workmen
return to complete the task. It’s still just patched, and not completely
resurfaced, but at least, I think, all the holes are filled in now. No more
blown-out tires and bent axles. Hopefully.
The Lord is slow to anger and abounding in mercy. May I also
be slow to anger today. May I be spared from jumping to premature conclusions
and firing off complaints. May I show grace to those who are trying to repair
the broken infrastructure of our society, and be ready to encourage efforts
even when they appear ‘half-baked’. I do not always see the whole picture.
Though our global society is cracking and pot-holed in many
ways, I put my trust in the Lord today, knowing that underneath are the
everlasting arms, like the ancient, unseen cobbles.
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