Has the word “hope” ever mocked you? You have come to the point where you are certain that it’s not going to get any better.
- The grief will swallow you up.
- The darkness of depression will overtake you.
- You simply cannot survive a single day more with the regret and shame you feel.
If you’re able to relate to any of this, you have to hear our Reformation Sunday passage: 1 Kings 17.
A woman goes out to collect sticks. There’s a drought in the land. The woman is a widow and responsible for the care of her son. There’s no grain anywhere. The sticks she collects will be used for a fire over which she’ll bake the last of her food. She and her son will eat it. Then, they will die. She’s certain of it. Until…
If you’ve encountered the Word of God, you may guess what comes next. This is the moment God proves the woman wrong and, without a doubt, there’s never been a time she’s been so happy to be wrong! God gives her a way out. God gives her a miracle. She is certain it cannot get any better but, in God’s abundant love, it can.
This Reformation Sunday, we don’t celebrate one Christian denomination over another. We don’t fly the flag of one theologian over another. We give thanks and glory to God, by the power of the Holy Spirit, who always, at all times, in all places, for all people, can re-form us! HALLELUJAH! God can make us new. God can make a way. God can deliver, restore, empower, forgive, redeem, provide, and breathe life into what was lifeless.
This Sunday, come and celebrate with me: God can!
See you Sunday…