I am rich! No, I did not win the $550 Million in the PowerBall Lottery. My wealth is found in God’s love story. As I prepare to celebrate Advent I am invited to swim in an ocean of grace, to revel in love beyond measure. Have you ever found yourself impatient with someone after just a few failures? Me, too! “What’s the matter with him?” we hiss. “I’m so done with her!” we declare emphatically. I am reluctant to admit it. The story of Noah makes a lot more sense to my natural mind than the story of Jesus! I easily identity with God’s anger and His solution! “God saw that human evil was out of control. People thought evil, imagined evil—evil, evil, evil from morning to night. God was sorry that he had made the human race in the first place; it broke his heart. God said, “I’ll get rid of my ruined creation, make a clean sweep: people, animals, snakes and bugs, birds—the works. I’m sorry I made them.” (Genesis 6:5-7, The Message) Harsh, isn’t it? Just destroy it all and start over!
Is God ready to wipe me out?
Advent brings a new sense of hope – for myself, for the world that I live in. It is not a hope that springs from some personal victory. This hope comes from the promise of Jesus Christ to love me (and thus to help me love others!) in spite of my sin. The grace of my Lord invites me to sing the Watt’s lyrics in joyful celebration -“Joy to the world, the Lord is come. Let earth receive her King! He comes to make His blessings flow far as the curse is found!”
Are you in despair this morning?
Are you discouraged – by your own sins, by the failures of a friend or family member, by the darkness of the world?
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Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods,
rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love. – Isaac Watts