As Sharks Will Do

The sharks smell blood. And, so, they circle round and round, as sharks will do.

“It’s God who’s doing this!” they say. “It’s God’s punishment and we, the righteous, shall devour him and kill him good! Cancel him! Never let his name be spoken in this place again! It’s God exposing him; it’s God whose meting out the punishment, not us!”

Watch them churn the water—biting, chomping, swallowing—till there is nothing left of the poor soul but a tiny spot of blood. "Our work is done," they say. "He will never rise again," and off they swim with bellies full of self-righteousness and eyes bulging from their meal….and a wide smile of satisfaction on their faces.

Artwork: shark circling, unknown

Reaching Up

Reach up and call His name. That’s all you have to do. Reach up when black clouds descend upon your soul with a weight that tries to crush. 

Reach up and call upon the name of Jesus. Shout it if you have to; weep, if that is how it comes; whisper it if you feel you have no strength. He will hear, I promise. He will not stay far away for long.

When He stretches forth His hand, instantly the clouds will part. Deliverance will come because He owns it. It belongs to Him and Him alone. Redemption belongs to Him ... and so does love. All of it is His. But do not give up. Do not stop calling out His name and reaching up. I know without a doubt that He will come.

Artwork: Hand of God, unknown