The biggest news of 2021 is not inflation, Omicron, or Adele’s new album. The biggest news is not Joe Biden, Joe Manchin, or Joe Rogan. The biggest news is not what Harry and Meghan said to Oprah or what happened at the Capitol on Jan. 6. The biggest news of this past year is that Jesus is still Lord. The tomb is still empty. And Christ is still coming again. The Snake Crusher has arrived (Genesis 3:15). The star of Jacob has shone (Numbers 24:17). The stump of Jesse has bloomed (Isaiah 11:1). The sun of righteousness has risen with healing in its wings (Malachi 4:2). The one whom Simeon blessed and Anna longed to see can finally be seen. Born of a virgin in the armpit of the Roman Empire, the little child whose coming forth was from of old, from ancient days, is King of kings and our Prince of Peace.
The world is not the same. The news is not the same. And Christians, by God’s grace, are not the same either.
Kevin DeYoung is the senior pastor at Christ Covenant Church (PCA) in Matthews, N.C., and associate professor of systematic theology at Reformed Theological Seminary (Charlotte). Prior to the summer of 2017, he pastored at University Reformed Church in East Lansing, Mich. Kevin holds a Master of Divinity from Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary and received his Ph.D. in early modern history at the University of Leicester. He is the author of several books, including The Biggest Story, The Hole in Our Holiness, Crazy Busy, and Just Do Something. Kevin and his wife, Trisha, have nine children.
Billy Graham had a great impact on the world. I said that right he impacted the world and not just the USA. His words ring true even now. Jesus never changes. The Good News of Jesus never changes.
Another version of the same message…
Makes sense? Well maybe not. But there are answers. Comment of this post and I will get back to you.
Below is the conclusion to the story. You might want to read the rest of the story here.
The reason we can be content in the small place, in the role spurned by the world but to which we know God has called us, is the gospel.
After all, the second person of the Trinity was significant. He was, from time immemorial, on the social mountaintop (Phil. 2:6). And he descended to the valley (Phil. 2:7). He became insignificant. And he did it so that you and I, in ourselves insignificant, can be vested with true significance, real glory, not through strategic geographical positioning but through the unmerited love of the Father.
A long life of loving your neighbor in Nowheresville is not insignificant. It is glory, a glory that will one day be trumpeted before the nations as the Lord himself puts his arm around you and introduces you to an ignoring world.
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I love the woods — ask my wife. The LORD “planted” us by the woods. The woods have one beautiful message of life and death.
Life: tree life is so beautiful in all seasons — even in the dead of winter. Death: trees fall! They lay. They die and there is no life left. Remaining life uses them for food, warmth and shelter. Trees are a vital part of creation–they are a vital part of the created order. As with all living things they die and lay on the ground. Other life takes over, including beautiful majestic trees.
We are so much like trees. We are born, grow, develop, mature, flourish, give back, peak, slow down, coast, are insulted by sickness usually, deteriorate, sigh, lay down, and finally die. But humans may have a far greater experience in death in seeing an unimaginable life beyond which satisfies and fulfills and completes far greater than the current broken life could.
Thank You Lord for all the hints you’ve given me in this life for what awaits me. I can patiently rest in knowing where I’m going. I am going up yonder to be with my Lord forevermore.
That end is undeserved; but more glorious than a mind can comprehend.
I best be getting up and moving on because a spider just attached his web to me. I’m not ready just yet to fully lay down and leave here.
Trees are so distinct yet they are a community. They support one another. They are grounded in the earth–tied to a solid foundation. Their roots go deep and wide. They produce fruit that feeds other living things. Thank You, Lord for this lesson from the trees.
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.