Then the eyes of
the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped; then the lame
shall leap like a deer, and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy. For
waters shall break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert; the
burning sand shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; the
haunt of jackals shall become a swamp, the grass shall become reeds and rushes. Isaiah 35:5-7
I can think of at least six ways we can interpret the scripture above.
- Yeah, I can’t wait!
- It’s some kind of metaphorical talk
- I just don’t see how we can pull it off
- How unrealistic
- I’m busy
- Huh?
Which do you identify with most closely?
This waiting time before Christmas is a time of hope. Not optimism;
hope. Hope allows the current day to blossom because we know for sure what
tomorrow holds. Hope is about what God will do/is doing. Optimism holds no such
certainty.
One day, a day will come unlike today. One day, there will be a world
without pain or suffering or turmoil or death. One day, even we will be made
new.
Today, I will live fully because tomorrow is in God’s hands.
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