Psalm 101:8
I will early destroy all the wicked of the land; that I may
cut off all wicked doers from the city of the Lord.
No one mourned when the old skinflint died. He had held the
future of hundreds of people in his hand during the course of his life, and he
had never missed an opportunity to hurt them whenever he could. He loved to
wield his power mercilessly. His every thought had been of himself. Now, at the
day of his death, it seemed like a black, noisome cloud had finally been lifted.
New hope dawned in the lives of so many who had been oppressed for so long.
The dawn of a new day
will one day come for all of God's people. Evil will have no place in the
Kingdom of God. It will be wiped away; dissipated like a storm cloud after it
is spent. When we live in the storm, we find it hard to see the future, which
will be brighter. Trust God. His light conquers the blackest clouds, and once
conquered they will never come again.
Prayer: The days are
certainly dark, Lord. The clouds are closing in, and there are times when no
light can be seen at all. Help me to remember that You are here, O God, and
that the light which never fails will one day shine forth. Amen.
