Crisis or crises: (n) an upheaval or upheavals
These are the reactions human beings select when something happens which they did not want to occur.
I listed the words because some of them will be considered praise-worthy and others, frowned upon as being foolish.
But what really destroys our souls, robs our faith, shatters our hope and shakes the foundation of our love are crises. This is when one unexpected attack is followed by another equally mysterious dilemma.
Now I will tell you, a lot of good folks can survive a crisis, though it may not be the best moment of their lives.
But the crises are what bring us down.
Why? Because deep in our hearts we were trained to believe that when the Christmas tree has no presents underneath, Santa Claus arrives.
If a tooth falls out of our heads, a fairy gives us money.
If we don’t have enough money for college, some family member or friend figures out a way to at least fund our first semester.
And if diagnosed with a fatal disease, Jesus will come and heal us.
Unfortunately, we are in no condition to survive the symmetry of the Earth, which is often invaded by chaos.
Tribulation haunts us. It is upheaval.
So whether it’s a crisis or crises, the only thing that allows us to soar above despair is accepting the fact that these intrusions will certainly come into our lives.
Santa Claus, fairies, rich uncles and even Jesus don’t always arrive on time.
Often the conflict requires us to endure, even to the end, so that we can experience a salvation from the trial.