We never know what a season will bring, what a month will bring, or even what a day will bring. The recent circumstances of people I love have got me thinking about the uncertain nature of living in this world. Some had the greatest spring of their lives only to find it followed by the hardest of summers. Some experienced the heights of joy in June, never imagining the depths of sorrow that would come with July. Some learned that a day of celebration can be immediately followed by a day of lament. Such is life in a world as shattered and broken as ours.
This evening we will turn our calendars from Wednesday to Thursday and at the same time July will give way to August. And not a single one of us knows what will come with the changing of the day or the changing of the month. We long for peace, we hope for joy, we pray for ease, but God alone knows what will come beyond this very moment.
We cast our eyes toward this uncertain future as people who are needy, sick, and broken. We approach it as
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