Isn’t it strange that there’s a huge, gaping hole in the outpouring of hope for the ones who most need it, yet who are least likely to seek it–the cheerful?
“That’s okay, I’m good”
The happy-go-lucky, got-a-click-in-my-step and a dollar in the bank crew is so overwhelmed with momentary goodness, they never suspect there’s a reason to even think about, much less invest in, long-term bliss.
The hurting, however, know exactly what to do, because they must. And if a hurting person isn’t looking for ways to pad their knees and plug their ears from excessive kneeling and screaming out to God, I’ll bet–as my grandma used to say, “they haven’t hurt bad enough for long enough.”
Ice Cream Goodness
Think of offering hope to the cheerful like giving the sunny day buyer of an ice cream cone a couple of extra napkins. They may be satisfied with the simple, paper funnel wrapped around the bottom of the cone because they are so eager to get at the creamy yumminess.
But you, the vendor, know that unless they gulp the entire thing in one fell swoop, they will need napkins, because the least little distraction or delay from licking themselves into a frenzy will cause that wonderful, icy treat to melt down their cone and down their hand into an unmanageable mess.
The succulent swirl becomes a sticky fly-trap they long to rinse off and be done with.
Give the Word
So next time you see someone caught up in the wiles of a triple-decker, offer a couple of napkins–not because you wish them harm, but because you wish them joy. Give them the Word–the Truth–the only lasting goodness that will have them licking their chops long after the cone is gone.
The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever. Isaiah 40:8