I wrote this in August, when my Grammy died. I’m posting it now, because my pastor recently died. I loved both of those people and they meant more to me and taught me more than anyone could ever know.
This morning I read over one of the Sherlock Holmes mysteries, “His Last Bow,” which is, I think, perhaps my favorite, and I noticed some very profound words on the part of the great detective. Now remember, this is directly before WW1. I read:
“There’s an east wind coming, Watson.”
“I think not, Holmes. It is very warm.”
“Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There’s an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it’s God’s own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.”
Think on that for a bit. No really, stop and think. Don’t read on unless you have taken a moment to think about what you just read. As I read I wondered, “Do I have anybody who is my one fixed point in my changing age?” As I considered my musing, for a moment I concluded “no.” Everyone and everything seemed to be changing and churning around me, and not particularly pleasantly mind you. But then a notion hit me. “Yes,” I do have a one fixed point in my changing age. God. It was a comforting thought. Not to be disrespectful, but it was sort of like it dawned on me, “Good old God! You are the one fixed point in a changing age.” Ah! What a truly miraculously comforting thought! To have a point, ever, ever fixed, regardless of how much might change around you! No matter if He is the only fixed point! He is the only real fixed point you need! All you must do is rely, and that’s the tough part. Really not just realize in word, “Yes, He is my fixed point,” but to begin to act and trust like you believe what you say to yourself, like you believe the truth.
Then I considered how much the rest of what Holmes said reminded me of the way I feel about my life at the moment, or that is, what has just happened in my life. There’s an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. I have never before had to endure, or keep enduring, any of the things that have happened and begun to happen in and around me. It is colder, and more bitter, than I have ever had to go through before. I really felt, and sometimes feel, as if I might just go ahead and wither before its blast. But then again, I thought, but it’s God’s own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared. It’s true, my life right now, however cold and bitter it seems, and however much I feel like I might wither before its blast, is God’s own wind none the less, and I have the open choice to lie a cleaner, better, stronger person in the sunshine when the storm has passed. It might never completely pass of course, and probably won’t, these are only the shadow lands, to borrow another metaphor, but some day, I will lie a cleaner, better, stronger person in the sunshine of God, when the storm of this life has passed. I will hold on, however cold, however bitter, and not wither, not wither, looking to that day when I am a cleaner, better, stronger person, in the light of God, for my storm will have cleared.