The evidence is blatantly obvious to those willing to remember. In the old days the river smelled. It wasn’t a little smell, it was big. It wasn’t a little dirty, it was inky blue black. Everything around the river reflected the same lack of care bordering on chaos. Add to the mix a mega dose of heat and humidity and you had the makings of something that everyone chose to ignore. The river wasn’t something you treasured it was a simple means to an end.
Today couples stroll along the river’s edge, most far too young to remember what it used to be like. I sure that given the absence of smells, lack of ignition danger, most would find it hard to believe that it could have ever been different. It is as if they accept the change as nothing more than it was and now it is. I wonder if it is really that simple.
The transformation that has occurred in Singapore is well documented. The out of control, sleepy back water town of the sixties is now one of the major financial centers in Asia. The economic miracle has been accepted. I wonder why we stop our acceptance at this door.
The historical story of Jesus and the making wine out of water has been retold so many times that most say “so what”! The hard thing to remember is that this wasn’t a norm, then or now. “This act in Cana of Galilee was the first sign Jesus gave, the first glimpse of his glory. And his disciples believed in him.” (John 2.11) Those there knew the difference; they had experienced what happens when the party runs dry. They saw with open eyes and accepted.
Evidence of God at work is on every corner. People genuinely smiling while facing extraordinary pain and suffering witness to the miracle of love. A helping hand offered without thought of recompense testifies to mercy. Lives transformed from something ugly into one who cares is hard evidence of the power of God’s truth. Accepting God is our choice.
