While We Wait . . .

Here are three pithy word pictures for our brooding, as we seek to preoccupy ourselves with that which is not electoral:

A portrait from the Word of God:

“The voice of the LORD is over the waters; the God glory thunders, the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.” (Psalm 29:3)

A poem from Sir William Watson:

He sits above the clang and dust of Time,
With the world's secret trembling on his lip.
He asks not converse or companionship
In the cold starlight where thou canst not climb.

The undelivered tidings in his breast
Suffer him not to rest.
He sees afar the immemorable throng,
And binds the scattered ages with a song.

The glorious riddle of his rhythmic breath,
His might, his spell, we know not what they be;
We only feel, whate'er he uttereth,
This savors not of death,
This hath a relish of eternity. (“The Sovereign Poet”)

A promise from Ellen White:

"Above the distractions of the earth He sits enthroned; all things are open to His divine survey; and from His great and calm eternity He orders that which His providence sees best.” (Ministry of Healing 417)

All three collections of words depict the divine and sovereign One who sits high above earth’s “clang and dust of Time.”

All three crafted glimpses are of Him who from that vantage point “orders that which His providence sees best.”

And all three portrayals capture the unspoken credo: “I will put my trust in Him” (Hebrews 2:13).

Is there a better way for us to survive these roiling waters—political or even personal—than to trust the One who sits above their chaos? Life goes on. But I say we go on together—no matter the outcome—with Him whose promise “. . . savors not of death . . . [but] hath a relish of eternity.”