"And when all the crowds who had gathered there for this spectacle saw what had taken place, they returned home, beating their breasts."
Thought:
More often than not, we see the beginning, the middle or the
end. The beginning looks like nothing more than a dream. The middle, well it surely looks like a mess. And
the end, well, it looks like a piece of work, a master piece. In High School, I had an old Plymouth Barracuda.
We sent it to the shop to have some body work and get painted. When we sent it, it was in "okay" shape, but I
knew it need work. The shop was a bike ride away, so on occasion I would ride my bike up there or take another
car up there. Day after day it began to look worse and worse. Paint off here, bare metal there, paint dust
everywhere. I began to worry that the picture they had painted in my head was nothing more than a fantasy.
The middle was filled with some dishonest practice, scandal and reorganization
of the shop. Everything looked
to be a mess, until the end.
Prayer:
Gracious God, so often I give up too early. Give me endurance and faith to make it to the true end, not to the end that I might see. Thank You. Let others be able to comprehend my love for them and Your love for them. Thank You for all that You have done in my life and all You will continue to do, for ask this through Christ, my Lord and Savior. Amen.