“Even Now” - Orphan No More Co.

Prophetic Fallacy: A figure of speech where the natural world is endowed with human emotion.

There is electricity on the eve of a storm, a certain weight and energy in the air, a sense of foreboding and excitement. It feels as though the whole world is waiting, taking a deep, slow breath in. Ready for the plunge. Mixed with this energy is a looming fear and uncertainty, it is well and good for those in their sturdy homes to sit snug and dry by the heater. But for those on the street? for those partway down a mountain or out at sea? There is no stopping a storm, only a gritted teeth endurance, hands to heaven acceptance of either life or death. A storm is the realisation of human weakness and limitation. A storm is a mirror to our mortality and the thin chord of our existence.

To this ominous backdrop, the first chord of ‘Even Now’ cuts. It is soft, gentle, a tinge of hope perhaps, but faint. Then the first line and the frailty of the human voice is heard, a weak voice, almost trembling against the rage of sea and sky.

I picture a person; all flesh and brittle bone, before a mountain great and dark. Away in all other directions a desolate and sparse land, devoid of colour or light under the dark clouds.

I picture a boat; a small fishing vessel at the foot of a towering wave, frothing at the lip. beyond for miles and miles a wrathful sea and howling wind.

Yet, then I hear a voice, from the midst of calamity; a battle cry. At first, it is scarcely more than a whisper, but soon it triumphs over even the howling wind, the raging sea and the desolate wasteland.
”EVEN NOW! EVEN NOW!”
Hope even in these darkened scenes continues.
No! it prevails, it triumphs!
Faith in the one who opens up closed graves,
who makes all things new,
and all things Whole.
The one in who we can Say
”Death is not the end!”

The cry of faith is illogical.
Rationality cannot cry out ‘“EVEN NOW”.
Human endeavour cannot join in this battle cry.
This is the cry of faith and faith alone, the cry of humanity at the end of themself when all other help is lost.
The Cry of faith.
”Even now! Even Now!”
In its wake, the waves are nothing and the wind is quiet.
All that remains is the cry of faith.
On, over, above, through, in.
Even here, Even us, Even this
”EVEN NOW”