Forlorn

"The Lord's love never ends," Lamentations 3:22.

It's hard, really hard, to put that line in its context, isn't it? People sing it as though all were at ease in Zion. But a forlorn, solitary figure wandering in the ashes of the aftermath of his beloved Zion's devastation spoke that line. He spoke it remembering the unspeakable horrors of his beloved people's wholesale destruction, reduced beforehand to consuming the remains of their own children. It's very hard. So, how can he speak that line among surrounding terrors? Here's how: He chooses hope. Hope over ashes. He chooses to hope that the Lord's unending love will yet change present sorrow. What else remains? Sky kingdom.

We lift our heads with a brother or sister today looking up to the Lord, our only hope for a worthwhile future. And, together, we give thanks that the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases.