Proverbs 10:28
The hope of the righteous shall be gladness:
But the expectation of the wicked shall perish.
In this we can assuredly pray for a better world. In this we can certainly expect a change.
The righteous, along with all of God’s creation, cry daily for this madness to end. They cry to God against the evil trend that envelops their children. They cry to God for justice against their oppressors. They cry to God for peace and security. They cry to God that His will be finally done on earth, as it is in Heaven. They cry and know that their hope and that the end of their expectation is gladness. God hears. God tenderly gathers the sweet prayers of his children and tends to them like a gardener tends to his flowers. He responds and nurtures each one. We may not see it now as we are still in winter, but underground the seeds of God’s answers to these righteous prayers have already germinated. Already the seeds are burst forth with life. The daffodils push the hardened earth. The crocuses peek through with promise. Oh, what a wonderful spring it will be.
It is not the same for the wicked. Daily, his expectations are doomed to destruction. They are no sooner conceived that hell takes a hold of them. The worm devours them even as their heads pops out of the ground. The judgments of God burn their consistence even as they flourish. How can we be deceived and look at the plot of the wicked with envy? How can we fear the wicked’s empty boastings?
Let us now rejoice as we remember these words. Let us sit at peace and look forward to the future with gladness. Let us now with joyful anticipation work and till the garden of our hope. Watch now; even now, it’s Friday evening. The greatly expected Sabbath of all times is at the door.
The hope of the righteous shall be gladness:
But the expectation of the wicked shall perish.
In this we can assuredly pray for a better world. In this we can certainly expect a change.
The righteous, along with all of God’s creation, cry daily for this madness to end. They cry to God against the evil trend that envelops their children. They cry to God for justice against their oppressors. They cry to God for peace and security. They cry to God that His will be finally done on earth, as it is in Heaven. They cry and know that their hope and that the end of their expectation is gladness. God hears. God tenderly gathers the sweet prayers of his children and tends to them like a gardener tends to his flowers. He responds and nurtures each one. We may not see it now as we are still in winter, but underground the seeds of God’s answers to these righteous prayers have already germinated. Already the seeds are burst forth with life. The daffodils push the hardened earth. The crocuses peek through with promise. Oh, what a wonderful spring it will be.
It is not the same for the wicked. Daily, his expectations are doomed to destruction. They are no sooner conceived that hell takes a hold of them. The worm devours them even as their heads pops out of the ground. The judgments of God burn their consistence even as they flourish. How can we be deceived and look at the plot of the wicked with envy? How can we fear the wicked’s empty boastings?
Let us now rejoice as we remember these words. Let us sit at peace and look forward to the future with gladness. Let us now with joyful anticipation work and till the garden of our hope. Watch now; even now, it’s Friday evening. The greatly expected Sabbath of all times is at the door.
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