Resting Awhile: An Olivet

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Lorraine lives well her life of seventy years. She owns a little memorabilia, antique and flower shop in our country hometown. We dropped by her store and bought a home-grown jap pumpkin. Our visit went from five minutes to about endless. "Times have changed. People in the city just don't care anymore" She matter-of-factly points out. "People don't work as hard as we, in our day, used to." She worried about lots of things. But her resolves showed strength that stormed through pains in life. Lorraine's well groomed and a tasteful simple makeup touch-up covered what-else inside I could identify with. I admire her free-thinking spirit. She finds her little shop her resting place, an Olivet where she could talk to people who'd, like me and my husband, take time to listen and discuss issues with and vent out what's on her mind. How does one keep faith alive in the constant whirl of worldly lawlessness, unrest and insecurity? I think, to the best of us, we just do. We keep our heads intact, our hearts checked every now and then. We hold on to our freedoms of exercising faith in God, value for human life and respect for the uncompromising governing laws of the land-- for our protection and safety. Lorraine lives out her sense of security to the fact that she is independent and is paying her way to get by. She was saying that no one dictates to her how to think, live and how to capitalize on her small business. As we parted ways, I wished her peace and God's blessings be sent her way. She gladly accepted. Tonight, I thought about my own 'Olivet' after a busy hard working day-- like what the ordinary men in the Bible had in the midst of Babylon's roar and godlessness. Their resting places, their Olivets, prepared them to face constant oppositions. How do you face or better shut out the noise that surrounds you?