It’s almost too painful to listen to the news. Why do I do
it? Masochism? I hope not. The reports from Afghanistan are appalling – women on
the run as the Taliban fighters sweep in, preparing to usher in a dark age for
that beleaguered nation. Tales from east Jerusalem, where Palestinian families
are being forced to tear down their houses with their bare hands and move on, make
me cringe and weep. The accounts of wildfires burning in large swathes of one
of the coldest areas on earth, Siberia, reveal the terrible damage we humans
are causing our environment. I know I am helpless; without God these situations
are hopeless.
That’s only three of the thousands of black holes in our
world today, and yet God, in his might and majesty and love, is working in them
all. There is a light shining in the darkness, and the darkness hasn’t overcome
it.
The news is so bleak it should bring me to my knees, and as
I join my prayers with the millions of others around the world, we partner with
God to turn these disasters round.
May I pray in the Spirit throughout this day, confident that
my prayers don’t hit a glass ceiling, but penetrate to the halls and throne of
the Almighty God, whose promise is to answer the cries of our hearts. In Christ
alone there is hope for this world, so mangled and twisted by greed and pride
and power-hungry humanity. God so loved the world, that he sent his one and
only, much-loved Son.
Hosanna. Come, Prince of Peace. Maranatha.
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