Friday, Aug. 14
“When you get to your wit’s end, you’ll find that God lives there.”—unknown author. I have never reached the stage where things were so bad I wanted to commit suicide. But a lot of people have been there and of course many have succumbed to the temptation. But I have come to the end of my rope a number of times. I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve done everything I could think of to resolve a problem. Much of the time it isn’t of such consequence that I can’t go on with life. But when it comes to a crucial moral issue, I admit to being despondent, frustrated, and helpless. We think of this as bad, but I suspect that God sees it as good. When we are at wit’s end, God has His opportunity to go to work. And, fellow Christians, this is often where our acquaintances are—but too many times we don’t even take notice. When a man is drowning, he needs help. But if no one is observing the scene, he’s a “goner.” People need help. That’s what Paul eloquently expressed in Rom. 10:13-15. “For, every one who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!’ ” How beautiful are your feet?