After the Election

How ancient words speak to me today.

Last night as I was trying to absorb the unfolding results of the election, I found myself drawn to these words from the Hebrew prophet Habakkuk:

Though the fig tree does not blossom,

    and no fruit is on the vines;

though the produce of the olive fails,

    and the fields yield no food;

though the flock is cut off from the fold,

    and there is no herd in the stalls, 

yet I will rejoice in the Lord;

    I will exult in the God of my salvation.

God, the Lord, is my strength;

    he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,

    and makes me tread upon the heights. (Habakkuk 3:17-19)

It always amazes me how the ancient words of the Bible have a power to speak to the existential realities of our todays.