Our God Comes

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Written by: Don Goulding

Let the fields and everything in them celebrate! Then let the trees of the forest shout with joy before the Lord, for he comes! For he comes to judge the earth! He judges the world fairly, and the nations in accordance with his justice. (Psalms 96:12, 13)
Blessing flowed over the earth. Trees rejoiced at God’s mighty presence. Sea creatures floated in his peace. Mankind celebrated his goodness, pressing against us on every side. We were God’s crowning achievement, and we ruled his planet.
Then, the rulers rebelled. Even as elevated beings, we ate forbidden fruit, and defiled nature with sin. Trees bent, animals fled, the seas writhed. The Spirit of God swirled away into the heavens and evacuated the face of the earth.
The silence was deafening. Trees were muted from praise. Mountains transformed into inarticulate rock. Men feared animals on both land and sea. We wanted to dance, but there was no music. We wanted to fly, but there was nothing beneath our wings.
Sin displaced the presence of God, until we were left with a shadow existence.
Get ready, you trees. Prepare for life, you seas. The Holy One cannot be defeated. Our God comes again. His Spirit will fill the planet anew. Lift your eyes birds and beasts, you shall once again inhale his love. Together with plants, lakes, and stars, you will awaken to sing of glory.
God will judge those he anointed over creation, who failed. The rulers, who defiled his work, shall suffer their own corruption. But the repentant will be remade. With his own family blood, our God redeems the sorrowful.
Then, God will purge the earth of evil. Fear, shame, and hatred will be removed to hell. Injustice and rebellion will flee. God’s victorious Spirit will once again flood the earth, as the waters cover the sea. The music will return, and we will soar in love as though it were the only element around us.
Finally, humankind, and all creation under them, will shout God’s praises—as he ordained from the beginning.
Prayer: Come over the earth, Spirit of God, come!

Extraction

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Written by: Don Goulding

And have mercy on those who waver; save others by snatching them out of the fire… (Jude 1:22, 23)

“Alpha Team to base.”

Special Forces Staff Sergeant, Roy Benavidez, heard panic through his radio in Vietnam.

“Heavy fire from every side. All twelve hit—four fatalities. Require immediate extraction. Repeat, immediate extraction.”

Benavidez jumped into a helicopter and barked coordinates to the pilot. He dropped into the jungle a short distance from the wounded team, fought his way in, rallied the dazed survivors, then ferried them to a clearing for pick up. As he finished loading, enemy fire took out the pilot and the hovering chopper crashed. With his last bit of strength, Benavidez crawled out of the wreckage and called for another extraction that finally succeeded.

Benavidez sustained over forty wounds, but he rescued his men from a horrible fate. After the war, President Ronald Regan placed the highest award, the Medal of Honor, around Roy’s neck.

I’m wounded by life. Following years of spiritual carnage, it’s a full-time job to stitch my heart into some semblance of Christlikeness. As bad as my injuries feel, they’re nothing compared to the fate of the lost. Gnashing teeth, writhing in fire, and eternal separation from the Source of life is an unacceptable loss.

Instead of withdrawing into self-care, I must provide extraction. People are dazed from life’s shrapnel. They’ve not said no to Jesus, but neither have they said yes. They need someone to rally their confidence in grace and lead them out.

Souls all around me don’t grasp the one truth I hold most dear. Oh, they may believe in God, but no one has exhibited grace to them. Rules, condemnation, and religion don’t impart the reality of grace. Not even words alone suffice. It must be demonstrated in my lifestyle. Only as I lower into their jungle and model a radically changed life, does the efficacy of grace become believable. Only then will they follow me to the extraction point.

Prayer: Father, use me to rescue the lost.

Paul's Balloon

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Written by: Don Goulding

Blessed is the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we may be able to comfort those experiencing any trouble with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. (2 Corinthians 1:3, 4)
I had the honor of interviewing a sweet boy named Danny in Central California. His story about his eight-year-old friend, Paul, is true.
“After the funeral, I was crying and thinking, how could such a nice kid drown? God knew about Paul, how he made long prayers while everybody waited to eat. He loved Jesus more than anyone I know, so why did he die?
“The ashes were spread over the ocean. Then the second-grade class went outside to say goodbye. The teacher passed out blue balloons.
“She said, ‘On the count of three, we’ll release our balloons toward heaven, just as we are releasing Paul to the Lord. Ready, one—two—three.’
“As they rose, the wind pushed the balloons toward hills, away from the water.
“The next day, I was still crying. My mom tried to make me feel better, but she stopped in the middle of a sentence. I followed her stare.
“Outside the kitchen window, was one of Paul’s balloons, just floating there. We ran out and watched the blue helium balloon fly to the sea—in the opposite direction of the normal winds—to where Paul was buried.
“I knew it was a message from God.
“He was saying, ‘If I am big enough to bring this balloon right to you, then I am big enough to take care of Paul in heaven.’”
Prayer: Praise the God of all comfort, who never fails to meet us in our troubles.
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