Susan LaffertyThe gospel. Never failing to amaze and confound.
I think about this at Vacation Bible School this summer. In a room full of kids hearing testimonies from those sent to the ends of the earth. Sent to share the Good News in places where He is not known.
Then we bring it home to where they are. Today. Sitting on a carpet in an air-conditioned church building.
Jesus came that they too might have eternal life. And we tell the way of salvation.
Poor in spirit? It takes drawing near to You for me to understand.
In Your Presence, reality reigns.
Your light reveals empty substitutes for true riches encroaching.
Your Word speaks. Opening arrogant eyes. Unstopping stubborn ears.
Truth. Zeroing in on where I’m prone to wander.
On Sabbath, the people are eating food from heaven. Manna. Gathered the day before.
Every other day of the week, they’re out getting just enough for their daily needs. But the day before Sabbath they gather double the amount.
Necessary preparation. Before a holy day. His.
“My Sabbath,” God says repeatedly in Scripture.
Day of rest.
