“My soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.” (Ps. 62:5)
Lord Jesus, nothing compares with being enveloped in your love, ruled by your peace, and alive to the hope of the Gospel. May this heart-centering triad permeate the rest of July—August too.
Until you return, there will be upheaval in our world—a constant reminder the only City that lasts will arrive with you (Heb. 13:14-16; Rev. 21:1-5). Until you return, every sphere of the cosmos will be marked by “frustration, decay, and groaning” (Rom. 8:18-25).
The good news is, the groaning speaks of life, not death. Everywhere is pregnant with hope. If “things are getting worse” it’s because we’ve never been more on the cusp of “all things new.” Because of you, Jesus, we’re in “labor and delivery,” not on ventilators right next to the morgue.
So how do we love and live in the “waiting room” of our broken world and these aching bodies? We pray and talk to ourselves as King David did. “Soul, find your rest in God alone. Don’t medicate foolishly, default to unbelief, or give into fear(s). Don’t minimize or exaggerate the brokenness you see everywhere. Keep going to Jesus. Live in Christ, on mission, for the good of your neighbors.”
Indeed Jesus, may we feast on the grace and truth of the Gospel 10-fold more so than we snack on the inanity, banality, vanity, and insanity of our world. Anybody can whimper; we want to worship. We’re not holding on; we’re being held. So Very Amen.
