Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this [S]on . . . .
Thank you, Richard III. (And also Shakespeare.)
I read this morning in John 16:
You will be sorrowful, but your sorrow will turn into joy. When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world. So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you (vs. 20-22).
I read those verses also on the day my son was born, when I had gone from mind-numbing pain to immense joy at sight of a damp bundle of arms and legs held aloft by the doctor at 1:36 a.m. A human being has been born into the world!
So, too, Mary felt, at sight of her Son? A human being, and also God-with-us? The culmination of a long labor that began in the Garden when a serpent asked a woman, Did God actually say…?
And how many times, in all the centuries of waiting, did one and another ask and wonder: Did God actually say that the woman’s Seed would bruise the serpent’s head? Because our heels are bruised, and that promise in the Garden was a long time ago.
And now we wait again for His return, tempted often and often with the age-0ld question, feeling the ache and anguish of the in-born curse.
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world (John 16:33).
God actually said that.
Take heart now. He has overcome.
Linking up with Kate Motaung for the last Five Minute Friday of the year. The “Now” button above will take you to her site.
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