Most of us are hurting now. The economy is in the toilet, of course. The unemployment rate is nearing 10%--a staggering figure that seemed inconceivable just a few short years ago. Yes, people are hurting to make the rent, to buy food, to simply survive day by day. But this is only the beginning.
It is in times like these when the sugary exterior of our collective culture begins to wear thin--it is in times like these when people begin to feel all that we are missing. In times like these, we are confronted with our own poverty. And not simply the poverty of our purses, but more importantly the poverty of our society and culture.
Where are we to turn in difficult times? To the family from which we've grown distant and estranged? To friends who we hardly know, and who barely know us? How are we to survive these times--and not merely to survive them, but to come through them stronger, wiser, and more vibrant people?
There comes a point where there isn't much to say anymore. Maybe it's simply that one runs out of words, or that the faith to say things with conviction dries up. Or maybe one simply realizes that words don't mean very much unless they are spoken in right time, right place, and to the right people. "Those who have ears let them hear."
There comes a point where all human interaction seems...pointless. Not in a bad way--one simply ceases to feel that there is anything worth saying. A kind of quietness descends.
Everything becomes a waiting game, a game of patience. God willing, we will find a way to endure.
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