Ecclesiastes 7:13, “Consider the work of God. Can anyone make straight what He has made crooked?”
The switchbacks can feel endless as you wind up the trails in Yosemite. The path twists you into a vision of the falls, cascading light tumbling through rainbows, and then you’re just looking at your feet again. “I’m getting old,” I keep saying to my shoes and legs, answering the complaints of muscle and knees. But it’s just crooked. The path is as crooked as a mobster’s heart. It can’t be straightened out.
In an odd way that’s a good thing as you hike. You couldn’t just barrel up Yosemite falls the way the crow flies. The walls are too treacherous and the heights are a quick death. So you plod. And there’s a reward for all that plodding. Some of the greatest natural beauty of all our Father’s creation is there for your gawking praise. My life is like this. I’m bewildered at times by the path that winds in strange directions. It’s not one I always know or recognize. I keep wondering all along the way, “how much further is it? How long will this take?” If I wander from the path I’m liable to stumble into destruction. So I keep going. Occasionally the vista opens up. I see the sovereign God wildly answering prayer. The plans and purposes of eternity seem to open up into dizzying panoramic wisdom. My soul says “all is well, and all matter of things shall be well.”
And then I’m looking at my feet again. The calendar has meetings on these days this week at these times, Sunday mornings begin at 8:30 downtown, pay the bills, etc. Life grinds along in the crooked winding roads of disappointments, disillusionments, and despair. I picture Solomon pondering, a look of tired worldliness and boredom in his eyes, with a tinge of regret and longing. He asked the question. I wonder if God let him see our Savior. For that is the answer. Which is amazing – that there actually is an answer to this kind of rhetorical question. Nothing in all of creation’s history was as dark and crooked as Calvary. There aren’t any switchbacks more dirty than the torture, betrayal, and murder of the Son. But He walked them and He makes them straight. He is the One.
Christ is Solomon’s answer, for as Christ said about Himself “One greater than Solomon is here.” Because of this I want to praise Him all of my days, and when my days are done I want to praise Him some more. Pray with me that God will pour out His grace, Spirit, and power to somehow “straighten” (ha!!) what seems so hopelessly bent in me, my city, and this whole generation.