Greetings, my friends.
In times of struggle, suffering, or even crisis, we often reflect upon those safe places that bring us joy. We think of home, family, friends, church, etc. The beautiful images sustain us in times when the dominant landscape is incredibly ugly.
That is why, as many of you ask, I cannot carry a weapon. When the siren blares, indicating indirect fire, and you beeline for the bunker, you do not to have your chaplain packing heat. Instead, I am your symbol of order, peace, and those precious memories amidst the chaos. When you look at me, you should remember your child jumping into your arms, the neighbor who talks to you over the fence, the church elder who gave you a place to stay when your money ran tight. I am only as useful to you as I am a conduit to these happy places.
Yet, there is one memory that must overpower all others when you are searching for hope and peace: that Christ, and your trespasses with Him, was nailed to a cross, rose from the dead, and now rules over you until He comes again. This spiritual memory, which belongs to us by our God-given faith, enables us to stay strong through the chaos and orient on our future dwelling place with Christ.
Think over the precious memories that sustain you. And think foremost of Christ, your Savior from sin and Lord of your life.
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