Saturday mornings would find my brothers and I glued to the weekly episode of the Lone Ranger and Tonto. A gang of villains would fire their guns and stampede toward dusty little towns. Folks would scurry out of sight. Someone would flag down the Lone Ranger and Tonto. They would race in as their trademark tune would play. The bad guys would surrender, the townsfolk would rejoice. Within an hour, safety would be restored.

It sure would be nice if things worked that quickly in real life. But, in the meanwhile, stuff happens. Unpredictable, uncontrollable tragedy strikes. The biopsy comes back positive for cancer. The boss tells a veteran employee that there simply isn’t enough money to keep him.

Golly, where’s the Lone Ranger?

When these crises happen, I cry out to God, "Where are you? Please heal my friend. Please cure my neighbor and so on." Truth is, most of my life is spent "in the meanwhile." I forget that God wants me to lean on him all of the time. He will take care of me.

In the meanwhile, I can calm down. I can give my worry to him. God will continue to be God. Even if I’m scared, I can remember that I can count on him.