Between Midnight and Dawn: Drenched and Flooded

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“Lord, don’t trouble yourself, for I do not deserve to have you come under my roof.  That is why I did not even consider myself worthy to come to you. But say the word, and my servant will be healed. 

When Jesus heard this, he was amazed at him, and turning to the crowd following him, he said, “I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel.”
Luke 7

 

God of our life,
there are days when the burdens we carry
chafe our shoulders and weigh us down;
when the road seems dreary and endless,
the skies grey and threatening;
when our lives have no music in them,
and our hearts are lonely,
and our souls have lost their courage.

Flood the path with light,
run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise;
tune our hearts to brave music;
give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age;
and so quicken our spirits
that we may be able to encourage the souls of all
who journey with us on the road of life,
to Your honour and glory.
~Augustine of Hippo

 

Those final few days of His life may have been like this:
the sky oppressive with storm clouds,
the shouldered burden too painful,
the soul weighed down, discouraged, disheartened.
Each step brought Him closer
to a desperate loneliness borne of betrayal and rejection.

But the end of that dark walk was just the beginning
of a journey into new covenant.

Instead of rain, those clouds bore light,
flooding the pathway so we can come together to lift the load.
Instead of loneliness, there arises community.
Instead of stillness, there is declaration of glory.
Instead of discouragement, He embodies hope for all hearts.
The promise fulfilled spills over our path.
We are drenched in gratitude, flooded with grace.

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During this Lenten season, I will be drawing inspiration from the new devotional collection edited by Sarah Arthur —Between Midnight and Dawn

2 thoughts on “Between Midnight and Dawn: Drenched and Flooded

  1. You wrote, “And instead of loneliness, there arises community”, and part of the richness of community is that “communion of the saints”, that “great cloud of witnesses” who’ve already completed their race, “fixing their eyes on Jesus” Himself! And those who left words, like Augustine and so many more, leave us ponderable comfort to strengthen us!

    Giving thanks for and with each one–and for you, Emily.

    Carol

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  2. Soul searing. Comforting,
    The Promise – down payment on the installment plan – began with Him as He was raised up, betrayed, wounded and bleeding in heart and in body, humiliated, alone — the pure One – the Innocent One, splayed, nailed upon His redemptive Cross for all the world to see – and some to wonder ‘why’?

    A fledgling Community is born. Witnesses travel to all lands, anxious to spread their Good News. New seeds of Hope are planted in waiting souls.

    Hope is born again in our hearts, except this time it is vastly different from other unfulfilled hopes and empty promises that we have been given by others. THIS HOPE IS REAL!
    It was born anew and nourished by every drop of His Sacred Blood.
    This Hope will come to fruition as He welcomes us Home — to eternity with Him – in the place that He has prepared for us.

    Maranatha, Lord Jesus. Maranatha.

    Thank you, Emily for your continuing blessed and much-needed ministry.

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