“After the uproar had ceased…”
I find I usually feel I have to dig deeper for spiritual insights and epiphanies. But this morning’s little epiphany came, borne gently on the morning breeze with the first five words (six actually) of where my reading happens to be in my annual read through the Greek New Testament. Acts 20. First verse. “And after to cease the tumult” it reads, literally. And I didn’t need to read any further.
I sat back.
I gave thanks.
New chapters begin in your life and mine. They do.
Our latest chapter, like Paul’s in Acts 19, may seem interminably long, dragging on and on and then reaching a pinnacle of noise and commotion – which is what “tumult” means – that leaves our senses dulled, our heart numb, our head dazed. So many voices. Faces. Feces.
But the next chapter comes. And maybe it’s just a lead in prepositional phrase. Maybe it’s just a verse before we launch into the next venture leading to the next tumultuous crossroads.
But it is enough, or at least was enough this morning, to read those six words, then pause and breathe.
“And after to cease the tumult…”
Fear and hurt are lassoes
drawing you through a door.
Lord, Lord, you say weeping.
Green herbs sprout where those tears fall.
Dawn comes; blindness drains away.
That’s enough sourness. No more vinegar.