Hi Friends, And yet, Jesus. The Lord is good, He is kind, He is just See how He lifts up the poor from the dust See how He sets them on thrones like princes Clothes them in His righteousness Things are not as they seem. So often we sit here in our first world, air-conditioned homes, sipping coffee and reading the news. And the news can cause the breath to catch in our chest. Why would a good God allow such suffering? Why the daily struggle of so many just for food and water to live another day? The answers to these questions fly way above my pay grade. But there is something I do know. Things are not as they seem. If you feel all the compassion and cry all the tears a the human heart has capacity for, it is but a puddle compared to His ocean of tears and compassion. Let us never accuse Him of being unfeeling or distant. Time after time in the Word He is whispering, hinting, sometimes shouting, of a coming day when all the vanity of what we see and think to be true will vaporize in a moment, and all that is of Jesus will take on in our eyes its true eternal worth. He will take the poor, the forgotten, the detested, and He will lift them from their very ash heap and crown them with riches and honor and kingship. For it was never riches or intelligence or talent that He was interested in. Noise. All of it. But the inaudible whisper of the frailest heart asking Him to remember them in His Kingdom? He will move all the mountains for that one. Hope these truths uplift your heart today like they do mine. It’s more than a trite, Sunday School platitude. He really is the answer. He really is good. |
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