I’m a bit rusty at blogging, so I took several days to think through how I want to share here again. I’ve grown accustomed to simply sharing one picture and a short thought daily on Instagram. I have no limits on my blog and I found walking back to that freedom a bit overwhelming. It should be empowering, but if we have done things the same way for years it can be intimidating to walk a different path. Today, as I was cleaning the farmhouse’s dining room I had a daydream that inspired me to write.

I realized as I vacuumed that humble hardworking American families have sat around a table in this very room over the past 127 years discussing the most incredible topics that we can only read about in the history books. This portion of the farmhouse was built in 1893, so we can assume that they passed the potatoes as they talked about the death of Queen Victoria. They probably shed a few tears over the horrific shock of the Titanic sinking into the Atlantic. We have documentation showing that the original family’s oldest son volunteered to serve in World War One. Perhaps Frank announced this over a family meal. This dining room has heard discussions about every presidential election from inauguration of Grover Cleveland in 1893 to the inauguration of Joe Biden (yesterday) in 2021. I have no doubt that the women who discussed their dream of someday having the freedom to vote would never have believed that today a women is America’s Vice President. They discussed the pandemic of 1918 just as we discuss the current one.

I get a little teary-eyed envisioning farming families gathering in this very room bowing their heads to pray together. They prayed for the oppressed and those fighting for freedom during World War Two in the 1940s. Then they prayed similar words during the race riots of the 1960s. Perhaps they celebrated India gaining Independence in 1947 just as they celebrated America’s Independence from England every 4th of July. They cut into many birthday and wedding cakes celebrating their own family’s story. Their were many happy Christmas dinners and heartbreaking wake dinners. In the midst of great sorrow and in times of great joy families used this dining room to come together over a home-cooked meal to give thanks. Even during the Great Depression they could sit at the dining room table and find things to be grateful for. In a sense, a dining room is a symbol of family, of love, of connection, and of understanding. When we walk outside our front doors into the world we no longer have that kind of support. The world puts their faith in who sits in the White House, who is economically thriving, but at home we can turn off the voices of this fallen world and hold hands around a table beseeching the only One who is truly in control.

Throughout human history, men have tried to conquer and rule the world, but only God reigns. Thankfully, despite what is going on we know that our hope comes from Jesus Christ. We don’t have to panic over what we read in the newspaper, hear on the radio, or watch on a screen. People will always fail us at some point, but God is faithful. Let this dining room remind us that history is full of ups and downs. The one thing that has never changed is our need for our Savior. He is the Prince of Peace. Our hope should be in Him alone.