deus ex machina
God often intervenes when He knows it’s His perfect timing.
We’re all prone to planning, dreaming, imagining a future.
Maybe with the person you’re planning to spend the rest of your life with.
Or a dream job you’ve been preparing for for so long.
It can also be a concept––a world you’ve imagined countless times.
A world where there’s no hate, indifference, and discrimination.
A world where people will welcome each other to each of their own spaces without the need to pretend.
I remember a night I spent with Mel and Sab, two good friends who are notorious planners (aminado naman sila hahaha). Both with a background that’s good with numbers and working on systems (hello accountancy and engineering a.k.a. left-brained people), I challenged them one night after our Victory group.
And they obliged. I’m grateful they did.
We went to Legazpi Park to watch people, to catch what’s left of the cold breeze from the melting snow from the other side of the world.
Christmas lights from still hung on trees. Some people were jogging, catching a breath, and some are running with their furriends (get it, get it hahaha)
But what stood out to me that night was how kids––with different skin tones––were running around and playing games together.
A tall lanky dark-skinned girl was cheering for her fairer, albeit, still brown-skinned little girl. We walked past them just as she showed her friend how to do a cartwheel. After gracefully landing, she shouted back to her friends, “You can do it too!”
Wow. These kids.
They’re probably regulars at that playground. Judging how comfortable they were around each other’s company.
No one asked, “Is she from China?”
No “Should I be friends with her even if she came from this nation?”
None of all the generalized hatred towards a group of people who are only seeking refuge because of a broken system in leadership.
None of all the condemnation easily being spewed online because we’ve never been on ground zero.
But who am I to imagine a world without that? It’s the most impossible prayer someone with a little faith like me to pray. Who am I to type all these things, to think these things…when I’ve only been to China once. And that was 6 years ago, when things were safer, and there was no anxiety or virus in the atmosphere.
But having that perspective of walking in that nation, I can share a few observations.
They have hearts.
They have souls.
They have eyes that shed tears.
They have minds that are also easily filled by fear.
They’re not robots.
They’re not skin and bones.
They, too, just want to be free from what’s plaguing them.
And isn’t that what we all want?
Freedom from being locked down.
Freedom of speaking what’s on our minds.
Freedom to go where we want to go.
Deus ex machina.
de·us ex ma·chi·na
/ˌdāəs ˌeks ˈmäkənə,ˌdāəs ˌeks ˈmäakənə/
an unexpected power or event saving a seemingly hopeless situation, especially as a contrived plot device in a play or novel.
Deus ex machina.
ἀπὸ μηχανῆς θεός (apò mēkhanês theós)
“god from the machine”
What’s enslaving you doesn’t have power you anymore.
Only if you yield.
Only if you give the pen of your life, or in our digital era’s case: the control.
Don’t make gods out of what you see on monitors and screens.
It will never set you free.
Take time off.
You don’t have to be glued to your screen all the time.
You don’t have to submit to the numbers, the quota, nor the goals you’ve set for yourself because you want other people’s approval. I’ve been there and it will never satisfy.
Deus ex machina.
It is not hopeless.
Freedom is at hand.
Freedom is possible because Someone decided to write a line on the sand for a woman caught in a shameful act of adultery.
“Neither do I condemn you.”
7 And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8 And once more he bent down and wrote on the ground. 9 But when they heard it, they went away one by one, beginning with the older ones, and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him. 10 Jesus stood up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” 11 She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more.
John 8:7-11 ESV
Will you let Jesus intervene?
Will you let Him write a new story for you?
Because if you do.
He’s just waiting,
Jesus, thank You for we have freedom in You.
Thank You for writing a line that saves us from condemnation.
We’re sorry for trying to live our lives apart from you.
We’re sorry for making gods out of goals, machines, and people who can never fill the throne of our hearts that’s really meant for you.
Thank You for You have been waiting for us to come back,
to turn around from pursuing our own plans,
from going after the wrong things,
because You have been, will always be, the Best Author of our stories.
Reign in our life, Jesus.
Thank You, Jesus, for what you have done on the cross makes us victorious from the virus!
Thank You, Holy Spirit, for being our Source of comfort during this difficult time.
We know that nothing is impossible with You!
Thank You for we will see Your healing miracles!
In Jesus’ name, amen!
If you sincerely prayed that prayer, please send me an email via firstname.lastname@example.org~
You are welcome to join me and my friends in staying hopeful during this hopeless time.