With Hope and Trust
When the Lord restored the nations back to Himself, there were no longer families selling their children as slaves so the rest of the family could eat and be clothed. There would be feasts on the table, meat in bellies. No longer did sickness have the last word. No longer did skin color, sexual attraction, or gender determine treatment or opportunities. Voices mattered. There were no oil spills contaminating drinking water or ocean homes. If there was a drought, starvation didn’t reign. Countries helped one another regardless of religion, political beliefs or allegiances. We pitched in because you, God, you created them too. In that day, we all took a Sabbath. We filled the streets with celebration and joy. Laughter could be heard in the schools – no sick moms at home, no bruises needing to be covered, and food wasn’t an all-consuming thought.
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! We would shout, in our hearts – with our lips, day and night.
Yet, our hearts ache. We live in no such time. Children and families starve as their governments keep out aid — their cries not heard. Greed rules our hears without us even knowing it – no other time in history have there been so many human slaves and yet we protest not for the children who picked the cotton, wove the clothes that we wear on our back, on our children’s back in the name of fashion, in the name of my finances, in the name of convenience.
Give us eyes to see our neighbors. Give me eyes to see how I’m dependent on my brothers and sisters across the world in China, in Vietnam, in Malaysia. May I see them as you see them. May their tears become my tears until your restoration comes. Direct our paths. Turn our groans into chants of restoration and songs of joy. Only you can change our ways. Hurry. Come Lord Jesus. You are our only hope. Save us from ourselves.