I wish you could see it, friends - the world awash in crimson. Autumn is in its glory. I find it to be a driving hazard, my eyes longing to soak in the flaming beauty of gold and burnt orange and scarlet, at the expense of oh, say, road markings.
This week, with our community group, we talked about the hope we have in the promised Restoration (see Revelation 21:1-8, 22:1-5). The New Heavens and New Earth. Our existence fully reclaimed, fully redeemed. Our inheritance that will not fade or falter or disappear. All that was broken at the Fall, all that sin has tarnished and twisted, will be healed, redeemed, and restored. All will be made new.
Doesn't this sound too good to be true? Doesn't it make your heart long to see it?
To see broken bodies, broken minds, broken spirits healed. To see greed and violence and exploitation finally eliminated. To see mourning and weeping and pain finally and fully comforted. To see the entirety of God's creation restored to what it was intended to be. To be restored to the full and physical presence of God.
I look at the broken bits of our world, and sometimes I cry, "How long, Lord?" I hear the stories of pain. I see justice shattered, unfulfilled, averted. I watch my own heart break.
But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness.
This faithfulness will carry us through to the new beginning. And it will give us courage and love to live as Kingdom-people today because we have this sure, living, vibrant hope in the day His Kingdom will fully come.