by: Eric Muhr
I log on to the Internet late at night to play chess. In between moves, I check my e-mail, read the news, and think.
It’s quiet here at the end of the day. But peering through computer screen — mystical aperture — brings close the noisy conflict of a war-torn world.
Jordan calls for a decisive battle against the Islamic State. A plane goes down in Taiwan. Several New York passengers killed in a rail collision. Six more weeks of winter.
My life seems small.
I pray that God will use what I have, that I might be a harbor of peace and a vessel filled from streams of living water. I pray that I might be a friend to the afflicted, a living message of hope. I know I have no such store of good things for I, too, am impoverished. But I pray.
And I remember His words: “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed . . . nothing will be impossible for you.”
I pray for change.