Be patient, therefore, beloved, until the coming of the Lord. The farmer waits for the precious crop from the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains. You also must be patient. Strengthen your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is near. Beloved, do not grumble against one another, so that you may not be judged. See, the Judge is standing at the doors! As an example of suffering and patience, beloved, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord.
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So what I heard this morning in this passage was...be patient, be patient, be patient...be like OT prophet, bruh...PATIENT! Do everything a farmer does - prepare the soil, plant the seed, guard against weeds and varmints and be patient. Don't give up. Don't take it out on your neighbor. Accept that suffering is a part of the deal but temporary. And if you missed it, we are called beloved three times. Okay, Lord, I will take your word this day with a double shot of Isaiah, a foam of kindness and three spoons of patience....if you put the name "Beloved" on the cup. I liked that part.
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I love you too, Lord. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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