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New World:

I once had a dream of a new world.

I saw a city like crystals, pearls and gold, full of light, guarded by angels of old. 

There was no night. 

The city was bright. 

A river of pure love flowed through. 

There was no death for me and you. 

No dying, no crying, no sinning. 

A place of no pain or sorrow. 

It is the world of tomorrow. 

~ DTH ~

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Children of Abba

 A devotion originally written for team forum at work with slight adjustments. 

But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” (Matt 19:14)

Children of Abba lift your eyes to Him.

He knows our hearts. He is Father. We are sons. Heirs of His grace. 

He knows we work hard in trying times. He has known days of toil. Days of labour. 

He knows we get burntout at times. He wept over Jerusalem and in the garden. Jesus wept. 

He knows our tiny mustard seed faith faulters at times. He knows what it is to be tempted. Yet He endured. 

Our childlike hands must join His as He guides us to safety.

Become childlike not childish. 

Our weakness will fade like mist as His strength becomes our strength.

Become childlike not childish. 

Our Abba, Our Father.

Lift your eyes to Him. 

I Hear People Crying For One

One of my favourite superhero quotes is “I hear everything. You wrote that the world doesn’t need a savior, but every day I hear people crying for one.” – Superman in Superman Returns (2006)

Some people say that if bad things happen there is no God. But, bad things happening is exactly the reason there needs to be a God. Someone to redress the balance. There needs to be hope, light and good amidst defeat, darkness and evil.

For Christians this global crisis is as good a time as any to re-acknowledge both our need of, as broken and fallen people who sin, and our hope in, the child born in a manger. Such a humble beginning for the King of Kings. Years after the stable birth His death would be brutal yet redemptive, His resurrection triumphant and hope giving. Soon His return will prove both inevitable and welcome. He is our hope. Blessed be His name!