The Midnight Hour

I can’t end this day without saying something about the goodness of the Lord and His Word.  Yes, it IS the midnight hour.  It was exactly midnight when I sat down at this keypad.  What a wonderful feeling it is to know that when the midnight hour approaches all is well with your soul.  Who knows what sorrows or conflicts tomorrow might hold.  The 23rd Psalm should comfort us one and all, but why aren’t those who are comforted by the 23rd Psalm comforted just as surely and completely by the 103rd Psalm, the Psalm that assures us our God forgives all of our sins AND heals all our diseases?  Why, if when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, the 23rd Psalm is our comfort, why are we not comforted by the 103rd Psalm when illness strikes?
Scripture says faith comes by hearing the Word of God.  I have heard a lot of God’s Word and have hidden it in my heart, able to recall scores of texts in an instant of time.  The words of Moses and Abraham ring in my ears as loudly and truly as the words of Paul or James or John.  We all share a common Comforter, a common Lord, a common heavenly Father.
Both Paul and Peter, in their letters, assure believers that we are but pilgrims on this earth, sojourners, strangers and aliens.  We are citizens of a heavenly country.  As the old “gospel” song says: “This world is not my home.  I’m just a’passing through.”  Just as Kentucky is not my home.  I just happened to have been born there, so with this earth.  It’s not my home.  I just happened to have been born here.  When that day does come that my heart beats its last beat, I will rest with my fathers and joyfully await the sound of the last trump when I will awaken clothed in immortality and truly and eternally born again.  What a prospect!!!!
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