A sepia dawn in shades of grey and brown. The hint of
brightness, coming and going, rising and dimming. Still the diamonds glisten at
the ends of twigs and branches, but their dazzle is diminished, their twinkle
has disappeared.
No civic government can ever provide what God provides.
Every idol topples eventually. It’s time for humility, time to seek God.
In the middle of the storm, I’m going to praise the God in
whom I trust. That phrase is imprinted on every American coin and dollar bill,
and I’m going to stand in the gap here and claim its truth. In Christ,
irredeemable people and situations can be reversed. Beauty can come from ashes.
This is the day to listen again to Jesus taking the words of
Isaiah and making them his own declaration: ‘He has sent me to bind up the
broken-hearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness
for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour and the day of
vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who
grieve in Zion – to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil
of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of
despair.’
In every teardrop, there is a rainbow. May this sepia dawn become
arched with rainbows as we look to Jesus, our hope and our salvation.
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