Catastrophe. What a word. A momentous tragic event ranging from extreme misfortune to utter overthrow or ruin, a violent or sudden change in a feature of the earth, a violent and usually destructive natural event—utter failure. Praise God, our story may be filled with catastrophe, but His story doesn’t end when ours fatally fails. The final chapter, that eternal happy ending, was written from the start and is coming to fruition no matter the monumental bumps in the road.
As we gather round the campfire in this second chapter, the old man tells us more of the greatest story ever told—the story of the God who loves us and plans for us even still. We smell the smoke as it dances and our minds race with images of every God-breathed Word.
Gladding paints by God-ordained numbers a picture of the very start of catastrophe, that feeling of being “less than”. It gave Eve pause every time she thought about that one forbidden tree and it allowed for Cain to find it less than appalling to consider killing his brother. It swept the nations until God finally swept them all away.
As I read this chapter, I found myself wanting to be some fraction of the intrigued little girl with all the questions, the wise old man who is okay with not having all the answers, and the ecstatic musician who leaps to his feet upon figuring something out.
It would be a catastrophe to settle for anything less.
catastrophe… that alone is an incredibly powerful word used to describe The Fall and our sinfulness. And from all perspectives… God’s and ours.
Thank you for this reflection on this chapter Victoria! I’m in awe of our awesome God right now…
It would be great if we could all be honest enough to come to God with our questions and then honest enough with Him to wait patiently for the answer that we all know will come in His time, in His way, and with His best in mind.
This is a mighty big dream… but overcoming the brokenness… the catastrophe that came with The Fall like this would be amazing! Setting ourselves aside so that He can be the God of our lives… wow…
It’s just so hard to let go…. why?