Let the saints rejoice in this honor and sing for joy on their beds. Psalm 149:5
Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people. Jeremiah 9:1
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing. Matthew 23: 37
In worshipping my great God often the joy and the tears come at the same time. I sometimes feel like I’m going to short out when his overwhelming power begins to run through me.
When I think of his amazing love for his people. When I think about how Christ died a brutal death to bring us back into relationship with God. When I think about all the people I know personally who still don’t accept or understand this, I can really relate to Jeremiah, the weeping prophet.
He is a fair God. Look in Joshua how he divided up the land so everyone could have a share. He wants everyone to come to a knowledge of salvation. He doesn’t want anyone to perish. Neither do I. That’s why I strive in this place. That is why I cry. The joy comes in knowing that nothing is impossible with God. Not even hearts as hard to crack as black walnut hulls.
Please God, only you can find a way to break through. My list of lost friends and family is so long. May they embrace you and your Son, Jesus. I come to you weeping, but I want to finish my life rejoicing in Jesus Name. Amen
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