Rarely do we think of sickness, disease, destruction, and death. But in the midst of the ugliest parts of life there is a deep beauty that often takes us by surprise.
This week has been filled with the hope of the gospel. And it’s beautiful. Breathtaking.
It’s in the face of a smiling child, rescued from poverty. No longer an orphan.
It’s in the touch of a loving husband whose marriage is restored. No longer living a lie.
It’s in the eyes of a peaceful mom, whose abortion led to her salvation. No longer living in shame.
Over and over again, beauty cries out to us amidst the ashes. Death bringing forth life. Light breaking through the darkness. Joy birthed in sorrow.
And this is the hope of the gospel.
“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has
anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent
me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the
captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to comfort
all who mourn, to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.” Isa. 61