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Friday 25 February 2022

Show your power

Squiggle by squiggle the paint goes on. A ‘Significant’ Birthday gift: a paint-by-number of a photo of two precious children, now significant adults. On this canvas are lots of shades of grey, brightened by many shades of rose and pink. Gradually the image emerges, two tots riding tricycles into my dining room.

Memories embrace me like a warm blanket.

One act of aggression after another: gradually an image of horror emerges from eastern Europe. The shades of grey are darkened by shades of black, and to listen to or watch the news coming from Ukraine tempts one to slump into despair that the world is sinking ever deeper into a quicksand from which there is no rescue.

As a prophetic voice reminded church a couple of weeks ago, though, it’s when the darkness is deepest that the light shines brightest. By faith we know the light of Jesus is in us. When hopelessness is expressed, I will voice my trust that despite all the signs, Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever. He walks through Ukraine now; he weeps with every broken heart; he brings comfort and the peace beyond understanding.

May the aggressors’ hearts be enlightened by the Holy Spirit, as Paul’s was enlightened on the road to Damascus. May this moment be transformed into one in which Jesus is glorified.

May your mercy and love prevail, Lord. Show your power, God, we pray. 

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