Psalm 80: 19
Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.
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I happened to watch a broadcast that highlighted the history of the White House. I was particularly intrigued by the period of time in which the building, after damage and structural stress, was literally beyond restoration. Any other building would have been condemned and torn down but the structure was an American icon. What they did was take the building apart piece by piece, saving everything they could. Leaving the original framework in place, they re-enforced it with much stronger materials and put it back together again. We have a tendency to throw the baby out with the bathwater when we encounter a problem too big or messy to handle. But when the baby is a cherished piece of our national heritage, an actual baby, or more specifically....us, we are willing to entertain another option. God looks at us and sees us in need of restoration, is within his rights and power to condemn us and start over again, yet seeks to restore us from the inside out. The White House was built to be the quarters for a public servant. We were built to be servants of the Living God. Even though we require restoration all the time, our mission never changes.
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Holy God, let us attend to your mission. 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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