Waiting on the Light
How do we help others who are stranded down in the deep dark belly of the whale?
I just came from down there. I DO NOT want to go back.
It was so dark. I was so desperate. Hurt. Alone. Trapped. Confused. Belittled. Small.
I reach my hand down the spout and into the mire.
It is slippery, my grip on yours is not enough.
Removing my hand, I sit back a little and peer down that hole.
To get a good look at you and your situation.
I see the gentle curve of your spine, as you turn your back to me.
Sitting next to the hole, elbows on knees,
I toss down folded paper notes of encouragement.
I throw lifelines, suggestions; nothing is working.
I feel so helpless. We are helpless.
There is no one in sight.
Waiting on the Light.
To pierce the darkness.
I wait, we wait.
Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.
Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.
We help because we have been there before. We help because we may just happen to be there again.
Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.
I was imagining breaking this poem up into comic strip boxes, to show the passing of time and the steps taken in the poem.
Love unites me with the world and with myself...Detachment divides me from myself and from others.
– Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself
Need a little extra boost and comfort? Listen to this great podcast episode by Charles Stanley called “When in Need, Remember” (Part 1). It may seem impossible, but our needs are always able to be met by God through Jesus Christ.