God’s love, which is stronger than death, is causing me to continue walking the path of the mission the Lord has given me (John 6:1–15). “At that very time some Pharisees came and said to Him, ‘Leave this place and go somewhere else. Herod wants to kill You.’ He replied, ‘Go tell that fox, “I will keep driving out demons and healing people today and tomorrow, and on the third day I will reach My goal.” In any case, I must press on today and tomorrow and the next day—for surely no prophet can die outside Jerusalem! Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. Look, your house is left to you desolate. I tell you, you will not see Me again until you say, “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord” (Luke 13:31–35). ...
There is hope for a tree.
There is hope for a
tree.
If it is cut down, it
will sprout again,
and its new shoots will
not fail.
Its roots may grow old
in the ground and its stump die in the soil,
yet at the scent of
water,
it will bud and put
forth shoots like a new plant.
But a person in extreme
suffering,
living a hard life like
a hired laborer, may seem to have no hope
(Ref.: Job 14:6-9).
Here are the lyrics to
verses 1 and 3 of the hymn "My Hope is Built on Nothing Less":
(V. 1) My hope is built
on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the
sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ the solid rock
I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.
(V. 3) His oath, His
covenant, His blood, support me in the whelming flood;
when all around my soul
gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ the solid rock
I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.
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