When Despair Came Knocking at my Door.

It’s been a long standing policy of mine to end my day with good thoughts. I’m very intentional about this and have a little drill I go through (remember, routine is your friend). But with the South Carolina Republican primary front and center a few nights ago I broke one of my rules and took a look at the news headlines.

As so often happens, my attention was captured by another headline–an intriguing article about the very real possibility of North Korean or another one of our enemies denoting a “dirty bomb” over our nation and shutting down the electrical grind and disrupting our ability to connect with satellites, etc. The results would be devastating (I’ll not bore you with the details).

So instead of going through my usual routine I laid in bed and thought about what would happen if our nation was thrust back into the dark ages with no technology, no electricity, no cars, no running water, no grocery stores, no law and order, no… hqdefault

I pictured my daughter and her family being in Fort Mill (a three-four day journey walking) and my parents in Walhalla (also a three-four day journey walking) and my son and his family way off in Texas or some other part of the world (as an Army Chaplain) with no way to communicate with any of them.

I thought about what Sonja and I would do with no family nearby and no way to get food and water.

I thought and thought about this potential scenario and was digging myself a pretty deep hole.

Then I remembered Psalm 131:1, “O Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me.”

I reflected: there is not one thing I can do about this. Dirty bombs and nuclear winter is way above my pay grade.

I reminded myself why I exist: To win people to Jesus Christ. Therefore survival was not the main issue. I am not on this planet to go hide in Montana somewhere and stockpile years of water and beanie weenies (though a few Twinkles might be nice and I hear they could survive a nuclear winter). Either I was going to trust God to take care of things or I wasn’t…I decided to trust God.

Pretty soon Despair’s knocking ceased and I heard him walk away. It’s amazing what happens when you measure your fears by God’s ability. Anyway, I slept good that night.

And by the way, the next time there’s an election primary, I am going to read about the results the next morning (there’s not much I can do about that either).

  • The ONE THING for today: If there’s nothing you can do about it, its God responsibility; why worry about it?


Psalm 131 (HCSB)

A Davidic song of ascents.

Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I do not get involved with things too great or too difficult for me. Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself like a little weaned child with its mother; I am like a little child.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord, both now and forever.


5 thoughts on “When Despair Came Knocking at my Door.

  1. Thank you so much, Pastor Kemp! Well stated!!

    Don’t know if you will read this but Brad and I are in LV with my sister and brother-in-law and then we will go on to CA after a quick stop in PHX. Would REALLY be a long walk home for us if the unspeakable happened. 🙂

    Much love, Claudia

    Sent from my iPad



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