For they are a nation void of counsel, and there is no understanding in them. If they were wise, they would understand this; they would discern their latter end! How could one have chased a thousand, and two have put ten thousand to flight, unless their Rock had sold them, and the LORD had given them up?
In a panic nothing makes sense, one thousand can be spooked by a single rumor and ten thousand can be sent running by a few suggestions of a bogey. We are living in the days of panic porn and those freaking out aren't even ashamed. They turn and see nothing chasing them, but do not repent of their running. They are enjoying the rush of running for their lives so much that they just keep on going. Instead of being embarrassed, hey're emboldened. Instead of stopping and turning around, they carbo-load and keep going.
The most tragic thing about this panic of 2020 is its evidence of having been abandoned by its Solid ground. These things happen when the bottom falls out. But the bottom doesn't just wear thin and give way. The foundation is giving way because the Founder has gone away. He has finally said in no uncertain terms, "Fine, have it your way." But when we get what we want, the storm still comes, only we have nothing left but sand to support ourselves.
May the Rock have mercy and restore order. May that begin with the gracious reintroduction of shame for having fled in the face of only a few and end in the repentance of many turning around and fleeing to Jesus. May God grant repentance for our panic.
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